Over The Wall

Voice, resonance, echo, hollow sound carrying, heart beat, empty city, riverbed of sand in summer and around the curve a rush is coming…. Perhaps another thought- how do we measure a life lived well? Numbers in an account? a pretty spouse? a big car, a little car? how poetically we pray? howmany-who-when-how long….that indefinable, love, that we recognize, in the depths of our hunger.

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