Lost Way to the Sky
tiny poems by Grant Hackett
10/25/16
how near to what my heart has done is the warmth of the stranger's mouth
10/19/16
why the sky wanders has never been born
10/18/16
who will guide us through the days ahead is to live newly awakened
the sleeper under the pine remembers what is young the dark that steps out at dawn
10/15/16
the way the last walk hurries grass is where the ash of the rose will fall
silence into water into blood into light is to ask a simple question
how old shall we be when the white sail of the moon leads October through everlasting change
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