Graze

Once again, the poem of the week is an incomplete one. Which is okay, I suppose. I should start going back and complete some of them, or try to. Just as I should go back and complete some of the series and loose ends I said I would.

Pero, maybe I'll put some of them at Further Up & Further In, in a shrewd marketing campaign to draw people to that site (another one would be to pretty it up. But good things happen to those who wait.)

And for your reading pleasure:

so long

so far

so wide

i grazed

consumed

soil, grass

what's left

of it


so long

so far

i wade

on substance

that drips

like sweat that

glistens

the devil's back