Camino
Camino Ghost leaved poplars flicker lighten my step their jigsaw bark seeps with story connective tissues and my muscles remember In walking we shed old stories don’t even have to try every beat drop in a little more bits fall onto the road gold wheat horizon and blood red poppies hold the answers Old demons raise up to test us see if we’re willing to say goodbye to the furrowed brows and wrinkled thoughts time to sing out the sad lines I imagine what this place was like before us…read more