right hand pointing

   

 

 
  R. Jay Slais

Remorse



lay

down on

green spears

the earth yearns

with evolved layers

to grow upon the length

of fear to drain liquid forms

if only to serve its own survival

seep slow from my memory

the softening of the sky

pull rain clouds down

as the roots grasp

on the purest

words we

say

            

 

 

 

 

 




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