dusk pours out of me
i am that lost hour
a brittle bone heart
carved in passing as
they drift to the next
hole in the sky,
a stone before the lake
dusk pours out of me
i am that lost hour
a brittle bone heart
carved in passing as
they drift to the next
hole in the sky,
a stone before the lake
2 responses to “hole”
Wonderful piece, Michael.
Thank you, Chris.