Witch

A Poem by Leslie Philibert

silent under loam

your hand charcoal

squeezing the dark

between the stars

you hide

under our feet

a fouled stick, skin

we are heavy

along cow ways

you are there,

always here, you

trouble stones

and evening

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Added on March 9, 2018
Last Updated on March 9, 2018

I`m not important. I just want to write a couple of good poems. Just read what I write. That`s enough. more..

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