sitting the red dirt
casting needle bone raw
hey fox, ho owl
what tales do winds tell?
given to ghost on promise
tied leather, wrapped lace
turning on bright flame
if the memory serves you
well
sitting the red dirt
between pine and swell
hey owl, ho fox with
promises winds tell
3 responses to “red dirt”
Memories are not to be trusted. I’m not too sure about owls either. At least with a fox you know his agenda!
The fox says… Memememememe…. 🤣
😂