Poetry: Old Clothes by L. Ward Abel
Old Clothes by L. Ward Abel I live in woods like old clothes draped over rocks the size of towns sky-facing, totemic some worn away by water. The angle falls like fall-line slate. It gives into sand still two-hundred miles up from the gulf. There my tunneled flesh occurs to me as being mostly mind … Continue reading Poetry: Old Clothes by L. Ward Abel
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