Wednesday, January 25, 2017

That Which We Bury

 
 
That Which We Bury
by Tim Reed


that which we buried
is not dead
but, obscured
waits
to grace the earth
below dismal skies
who,
unbeknownst
long for
bright seed-leaves
to banish
a grey presage
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