Walk the rails under a high blue sky. Find the sag in the leaning fence, and step--carefully--over rusted wire. Follow a peninsula of blond grasses through a lake of loam, and come, at last, to the timber's edge where gray branches trace the sky and rose hips curl near purple canes.
Monday, May 6, 2013
Pilgrim's "Un (Titled)"
I'm honored to share this link to a poem on my sister's blog. The lives of several young women she met during outreach to Uganda inspired this lovely poem, "UN (Titled)."
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