I Carve a Worry Path
Poetry Sunday
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1 min readMay 24, 2020
How many poems can a single walk hold?
I carve a worry path between the house and the creek
that favorite curve where the tree leans questionably
from too many high water nights
I watch nature in its off kilter cycle
stagger with its own sour beer-breath canter
too many nights of high flood-water…