Sleet

Sleet

A Poem by Leonard Birch

Two paths lay under my bare feet,

One made of fire and the other of sleet.

Three men bar the way,

Loathsome and eyes ablaze.

Settled deep into the breast bone,

The arrow finds its home.

When will we know,

That it is too late.

© 2013 Leonard Birch


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I used to have a dream where this Indian slit my throat while I was hiding behind a bush. Like, it was in the olden days, this dream.

This reminded me of that. Good piece here.

Posted 10 Years Ago



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Leonard Birch
Leonard Birch

Mars Hill, ME



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Born on a hill, Raised in the sun, Living just to breathe, Breathing to go on. I'm Leaonard Birch. I'm a Welshman. more..

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