she fell off a deer, a stag—running
through the bush, up north
on a bet with her cousin, $200
she wouldn’t do it: leap to its back
catch the rhythm of life outside
her circle; her noose
of a circle—
To Bless the Journey
she fell off a deer, a stag—running
through the bush, up north
on a bet with her cousin, $200
she wouldn’t do it: leap to its back
catch the rhythm of life outside
her circle; her noose
of a circle—
I write books and host retreats to bless the JOURNEY View more posts