The Dirt Amends

From the very talented Jay Mora-Shihadeh:

i’ve walked for days this wayward path

loving every minute we are apart

as if the final testament of our depart

will belie the torch carried

in friction and salt.

bones dried ready for mort

buried treasures, your hidden heart

gold ungirthed despite the fault

uncinched, unsettled

from knot to knot

to breathe, to relieve into the winds,

settling the dust,

the dirt amends.

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