i
will bring my atonement
to
the mountains
where
it will never
be
believed
the
rock will never budge
the
sun will beat
every
new shadow
until
i acknowledge it
there
will be no witnesses
the
wind will take my breath away
and i will wait for the winter rains
--- e b bortz
1 comment:
And this poem says everything— my Dad’s voice.
EB
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