Granite Knuckles
bare granite knuckles
grip the horizon
as whispy whimpy clouds
slide over them
the knuckles are moist
from buffeting the wind
whistling wheezily
through broken skin crags
liver-spot lichens
mar the grey skin
giving away the age of it
within
Copyright © Daniel Human | Year Posted 2014
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