2020-07-25 – Buried Truth


born as stranger to the present
i make friendly with
a friendless

and arrive at the moment
to do exactly what
it asks,

for it’s not about me
and it’s not all
for you,

it’s a momentary
a sense-

a pull towards
some buried

buried my memory only to see it peeking at me
through the snow, presuming if i looked
elsewhere the heart would
never know

but then i saw her pulsing warm and melting snow
so i cleared the slush away,
so she may grow,

Grumpy Gorman
on igram athttps://www.instagram.com/grumpygorman/?hl=en

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