Saturday, May 27, 2017

9568.PIERS PLOWMAN

PIERS PLOWMAN
So simple and low I am part of this earth,
these handfuls of dirt beneath me. Feet
walk on, hands parse soil, everything
separate and kept apart. Oh sky, do you
ever long for land? Oh land, would you
ever wish for sky? I measure my daily
misdeeds by how far I have dragged
this plow.

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