Rags of leather
through which
the blood flows
docking ghosts to tread
a million distant dreams
Tag Archives: Genesis
Adam in week three
I’ve hardly brought it up.
Though I wonder,
when I hear
the thud and thump,
if the flitting nut falling
isn’t some dodgy gift
heaped atop
an untimely demotion
I give to God what my camera gives to me
A muddy image in return
for perfect clarity.
Utrecht Journal 