To Bob
WE HAVE LOST THE LAND
OR
HAVE BECOME SEPARATED
FROM OURSELVES
AS GRASS PULLED FROM
ITS SHAFT
WE STAND WITH NO MEANING
IN SPACES
THE OPENED GROUND IS AS
STRANGE AS THE OPENINGS
BETWEEN OUR FINGERS.
Eileen Adams
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