tomorrow, we

poems 1 Minute

©2023 michael raven

i cairned myself
in leaves & lith
to dream of bear
under the forest floor

flint knife in arm
flint knife in head
he notes with
solemn & gesture

shall i?
you will bleed
nod & wince

tomorrow, we
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