Treshold Spirits
Keep the old chaff safe
in its place, don’t shuffle
broken bits of straw
out the door
opening on the landscape
of morning. I don’t remember
a single dream. I’ll
step out clean.
Copyright © Taylor Graham | Year Posted 2008
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