trinity
 

Earth turns

Whose finger
Shaped spinning clay
And formed my brittle coil
On earthly wheel.

Mislaid in our dim crib
My wrinkled skin
weeps softly now
For stars that once caressed
My head with breathy stroke.

Their thinning shine hauls yet
My drained youth
On burgeoning furrows
Squandered
in the skattering sky.
 
 

 First Book   Second Book Third Book
Brother mine  Thy  Days Sibling
Damaged good  What shape a poet Herculean expectations
Barrel bottom fruit  Creative Burying Ressurection
Bottom line  Regret Times End
On the dying edge  Spider Time In Memoriam : Twice Round
Biting Free  Earth Turns Eight Pints
Id rider  Old Dog Sinking Heart : Drop
Only worms will know you better  Eye to Eye Swim : Drift
Thrice crows  Autumn Coming Home
Friends in High Places  The night the church burnt Passage
Poet bones  Last Strand Speed Crazy
Katadesmoi  Ashes to Ashes Sinking Heart

 
 

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