by: William A. Marshall
10-17-2014
We can only protect
that which we plant,
nothing can stop what comes
rain falls on an endless needlepoint
under a light blue heaven,
yet horror bolts down
from the firm millstone
that holds still like prey
it notices the night hunter
and must leave the sun
on his way.
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 7:18 PM UTC
by: William A. Marshall
10-17-2014
We can only protect
that which we plant,
nothing can stop what comes
rain falls on an endless needlepoint
under a light blue heaven,
yet horror bolts down
from the firm millstone
that holds still like prey
it notices the night hunter
and must leave the sun
on his way.
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