crossing-tide

poems 1 Minute

©2022 Michael Raven

sticks tied &
hanging from
trees, little effigies
spin-twirling from
hemp string
for ancestors to
wear, forest-side
crossing-tide
whispers whispers
shuffle hither-there
from hinterlands
behind oak-door
waiting
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