The Water PriestA Poem by PerditionI may not climb these trees again their
tolerance seeming shy I may not call to the wilderness seed as the
wilderness calls to me Or love the cities as once I did my youth
now brushed in gray And all
of this is fine I know finer than
my need But for you, I'll swim the river’s jaw, And let the sand eat the spirit from my toes For I know when we try All
before will seem whole and new again © 2018 PerditionReviews
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