Posted by Carl in Poems on February 26, 2011
is my word, half empty life.
His word, polish, scorns me.
No matter, my god rock’s free
in pocket, providing safety.
A little tribute for Eric who is a master of forms…
Forms, Frost, Poems, Poetry, recovery, Safe Places, Seeking God
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