Light Stands in the Dirt

June 19, 2020March 10, 2021 Bobpoem, poetry, writing

Death is a shaking off of light, to rid itself of stars and mirrors, to rid itself of satiety.

Light stands in the dirt, and making circles with its hands.

Death is the number of circles in the apple blossom tree.

2 thoughts on “Light Stands in the Dirt”

singhpiyush6089 says:

Oh wow, what a wonderful thought!

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June 19, 2020 at 1:33 pm Reply
1. naïve haircuts says:
  
  Thank you!!
  
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  June 19, 2020 at 1:48 pm Reply

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