Manic flint
Rough rusted railroad steel in my palm
Dogs are following me in the woods
It's a long way to the river yet
Running out of battery
Dark tracks rattling hard
Saturday 14th September 2024 10:23 am
Atlatl heart
I found you in the gravel,
the wet muddy gravel
How far did you travel,
in sunlight or in shadow
River winding high,
receding when it's dry
Reflecting clouded skies,
perceived through panfish eyes
Here chipped secrets lie,
downstream our dreams do fly
All we can do is try
scattered like flints awry
Saturday 17th February 2024 5:22 pm
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