Hermit
Barefoot on river rock
his soles squeeze out a sigh.
One foot, the next, and
then again the first.
The flesh’s whispered prayer
revisits metamorphosis
grown cold. Oh, it rises
bone by bone. His vesper’s
arched in stone.
Copyright © Taylor Graham | Year Posted 2005
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