Lord, my head is

bowed, arms stretched

across the narrow floor.



The tumid wind

rose, spread like

night, & waves fell & ashes.



Slowly I’m

spent & time dries

my leaving.

2 thoughts on “submission

  1. thanks Peter. Yes. I must leave an asterix or something after my last line: “Please follow and like us” is not part of the poem

  2. Has the feeling of an icon in an orthodox church, for me, amico, or rather of being trapped in the frame of one, ‘the narrow floor’!

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