"stegner" poems
He stood tall and straight
arisen from a heavy slumber
once begun as shelter
from an overwhelming deluge
of impossibilities
which had collapsed
into a prison of
his own construction
until his limbs
petrified by
abandonment
climbed his way
to vertical
leaning only to
balance his
steps
forward
Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 7:05 PM UTC