when let out in the yard
we can see the horizon
between wires holding us in
and learn real fast
the heavens
are touching
the earth
at all times
we crave both
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by Rich Soos / November 6th, 2016
when let out in the yard
we can see the horizon
between wires holding us in
and learn real fast
the heavens
are touching
the earth
at all times
we crave both
This article was posted on Sunday, November 6th, 2016 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.
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