Held Waters

What I have sown and hence reaped,
whether piles of stone or heaped loose
chaff threshed out and stacked,
beans sold as commodities
on the open markets
of acquaintance,
leaves the fields barren, ready
for an autumn cleanse,
fresh spreads of manure
to percolate down
with the cold rains
and held waters of winter.

◄ The Lure of the Past - Rejected

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Mae Foreman

Tue 13th Aug 2019 11:29

Loved this! Deep and beautiful 🎈
Mae

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