Witch
silent under loam
your hand charcoal
squeezing the dark
between the stars
you hide
under our feet
a fouled stick, skin
we are heavy
along cow ways
you are there,
always here, you
touble stones
and evening
Copyright © Leslie Philibert | Year Posted 2018
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