underneath where the snow leaves
bare the root
and the soil crumbles, small rocks
cascade
shelter up in the crook,
the dry darkness
the memory of years spent
pushes against what
was never there
thinking about shelter: what constitutes it, what it means and hearing of a friend's loss.
what defines us and where we seek that definition...
Sunday, December 15, 2013
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