soft patina of dust - poem
- Katie
- May 2, 2019
- 1 min read
Updated: Dec 19, 2022

worn down
like the face of these cliffs
forever exposed
to whims of wind and weather
rough
some spots smooth
whole, yet interspersed with fractures
low in my abdomen
a cave, whose inhabitant left long ago
space collects
a soft patina of dust
until a flame is reignited
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