Wicking Poems - Poems about Wicking

...It was 29° (f) degrees this morning with a waning gibbous (¾) moon. Still, as we started our run, it was dark enough that the world was rendered in black and white. Lisa was a sepia print of herself ......

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...The clock is always ticking Speedometer spinning along Wear and tear building up Traversing life looking to belong Easy to miss the exit signs The clock is always ticking Most of us dri......

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...Another Sunday morning Crouched in the beam of headlights Steam coming off coffee and breath Fumbling to pin race bib to pants A romance Of sorts; this dance I’m addicted to Those magic numbe......

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...Naked to Nurture. Naked, to Nurture. Why not naked into woods? We yank up gumboots. Enshroud our piggies in wicking and itching sockbags. Hoping to holdfast against the forfeiture o......

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...As the molecules expand in air from the roots of the cold ground to the warmer the branches where they bond then it rain cool upward side down the trunk to the roots because the underside of......

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