I Write Occasionally

United States of America

Okay-ish writer and poet.

Message to Readers

What an experience- to be alone but never lonely.

Solitude

May 20, 2019

PROMPT: Fissure

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earthquake gentle,
with eyes like
thunder breaking
over

rocks

shake what's
left of me
loose until
I

crumble

into fissures-
fill them with
gold and
tragedy,

I

have never 
had a home
enough to
stay-

run coyote;
run, run, run-
there are
no 

paths

left to follow
and all of
my bones
are

dust

to dust;
into the wilderness
we go,
as

children

loving the
climb and later
the fall,
we

have

pulled ourselves
undone
 

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