Saturday, January 6, 2018

Reclaimed (Day 353)

Reclaimed by the wind
this hot air, knocked down
hard hand in mine, 
lifeless rain leaks from 
the clouds, faceless seconds 
trickling down 
the slopes of a slow hour,
snowcaps slipping into the sea,
descending the ladder of souls,
while fertile land grows arid
in our climbing sun’s vice-like grip.

(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

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