A34, Near Abingdon (7 December, 2012)

Monday December 10, 2012 § Leave a comment

We attempt too much
and so the inexorable march into the light relents without us,
and we are brokered in the peace
spread like heat
across the exposed flank of the land
the apricot fringe
rough, and untethered silence
and you speak into the pause, without malice
and I am grateful for it



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