Dec 28, 2021
Gouges in the wood.
Yet, the beam lasts
Old, ugly and strong
Weathered, lathered by pollen and
Tethered with nails,
Cracked open splinter-veins from
The shifting rains
And the capricious
Moody wind
©sxt 2021
I write stuff when something begs to me to write. The goal is to write ten-thousand things before I die. I tend to be morbid, reflective and personal.