Wednesday, December 27, 2017

KEEPING A HOLD



It was a barbed wire
Looking askance 
at my shadowy figure
and willed my crossing 
over to a free land, that
with legs of silhouette
I could very easily do 
But,
An instance rued on me:
What could one hold -
In this belligerent space
When one could not differentiate
between a shadow, or
A black shoot 


Keeping a hold on the ground

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