Blooms in Indigo
Every day poems from a very ordinary aspiring poet
Sunday, June 28, 2015
Permission
You permit what you cannot stop
the rolling of a ball in the mud
the bleak rain as it drops
high from earth
to thud and make thick
soft, chipped-earth.
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