Reading Augustine

It’s poetry. You’ve been warned


Time,

caught, bound in a dew drop

strung on a wire fence with the orchard behind.

Beyond, the embrace of mountains,

the endless sea.

The surface tension of water

holding off infinity.

*I’m using one of my old poems to explore how might be able to use Medium. Poetry doesn’t have to exist as a one time thing. Let’s see how the notes function functions.

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