Things Change

J.D. Harms
Nov 6 · 1 min read
Photo by Markus Spiske on Unsplash

Your violent vigour
somehow
abandoned to the rain
& small crops
of potatoes, harboured well
underground against
the weather

Hidden holes
hidden lives that sing
when the thick
black mud
has been left to the mercy
of the snows

J.D. Harms 2019

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