Reblogged from the Lexington Poetry Month blog.
Drafting
today a sinuous slipstream of poems
roared onto the straightaway
each drawing the one that followed
so close there was no wake
each pushing the one before
ever faster toward the finish
Reblogged from the Lexington Poetry Month blog.
(untitled)
no suffering can enter
where my name rests
nightly on your lips
if you but hold me
in your prayers
I shall be safe
whatever befall
whatever befall
I shall be safe
in your prayers
if you but hold me
nightly on your lips
where my name rests
no suffering can enter
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