Tuesday, January 22, 2019

Thought-paths


Thought-paths
by Timothy Reed


“Say what you’re thinking “
But how could I?
Now miles stretch long
and cliff-hands drag paths
Down, down, down

dead ends and detours. 
cliffs may as well be kings

Distance ever grows
Between head and heart
my mouth is a faraway moon

destinations are not always intended.


There. I said it. 



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