A poem by GK Thomas
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Image: ‘Mad Mary’ Crow Art Print by Joshua Wilcoxon Photography - Society6
By G.K. Thomas
I hear your repeated syllable
of loneliness and despair
come across this ploughed meadow
as I search for arrowheads.
watching from your pine perch,
of those who brought us here
and their prayers
that went up like smoke in the wind
leaving only some stone intentions
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