Once you bypass
the last lightning tree
you enter a hillside world
of midnight stream
and border wire music.
Here, across shilling debris
and early shadow,
blisters of high mist
compose movement
from iron and broken bone.
The Mercy Path
Walking Notes
Steve Coel
Clog Street
Walking Notes
Steve Coel
The place I was born, is not the place I grew up in...
Walking Notes
Steve Coel
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