Drawn

A Poem

Tossed between the tension between tangibles & the organ of drawing there was a routine waltz A stepping a crossing through the ground beneath the hill Stopped the causeway from becoming plugged Ingenious structures arise calling themselves tombstone but they look closer to the broken tips of pencils Etching through the rhythms of musings the starlit sacrifice goes on calling down all the muses that left like this A considered emptiness A breach in the conscious tapping of the gods for a syrup to take this taste away

J.D. Harms 2020