[poem]
Category: Poetry
The Land Across The Water
I’m crying, and he’s there,
and she-and-they are there,
After the Fire, Invisible
[poem] I’ll confess, I guess, if you’re really gone. I’ll say/ that maybe I’d dragged you in, you’d only wanted a light/
a bit or warmth, something to see by, something quiet/ or something tame. Not this blackened mess.
Delaying The Flight
(Poem)
Rhyd Wildermuth 