mule minded
Mule minded
Plough, my mule
a furrow in my name
the almond tree blossoms
there will
be another furrow
in my name
memories collect
spent bullets
in a mass grave
in pursuit of knowledge
while yellow flowers
at the edge
of a memory
wilts
not robust enough
to plough another furrow
Copyright © Jan Hansen | Year Posted 2024
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