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
SourceLicence:Public domain (US, no notice)

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