Salted feathers left
by shorebirds lead the way to
a crack in the cliffs.
With bare feet we walk
the afternoon and fill its
cavernous air with
lasting reverence
and fleeting words. We shudder
in knowing. Haunted.
Salted feathers left
by shorebirds lead the way to
a crack in the cliffs.
With bare feet we walk
the afternoon and fill its
cavernous air with
lasting reverence
and fleeting words. We shudder
in knowing. Haunted.