Thursday, May 31, 2012


The tear in the shirt
            holds the character
                        of the man
            in its callused hand.

Frayed like an unraveling
            rope, the shirt
            the losses and gains

of a life that's grappled
            with the hooks
                        of error
            that teeter on whether

or not. The grubbing of grain
            from resisting land,
                        subject to rain
            that plots its own plane.

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