Voices
how came us some
to so awkward a skin
joint aches
bones and places unforeseen
old friends un-at-peace
with their where they are
none started off as island aging
blossomed adrift floating candles
solitary arm’s length
years’ worth of
disappointed come hithers
an inch is not less than a mile
when it comes to distance
that is allowed to gather
~ Susie Hewitt, that crazy Las Vegas poet
Her Two Cents
come hithers
places unforeseen
allowed to gather
where they are
floating candles
