lost in the corn maze
for hours, always knowing
exactly where I am not
*
acutely aware
of a much larger dance—
blood moon
*
the young magician
made the coins disappear—
longing to hand him my guilt
October 4, 2015 by Rosemerry
lost in the corn maze
for hours, always knowing
exactly where I am not
*
acutely aware
of a much larger dance—
blood moon
*
the young magician
made the coins disappear—
longing to hand him my guilt
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged corn maze, eclipse, guilt, humbling, poem, poetry | 1 Comment
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Humblings is such a fine word for these.