Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and right-doing there is a field. I’ll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about.
–Rumi
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and right-doing there is a field. I’ll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about.
–Rumi
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a fence line of blue toes
clanking stomachs
night cutting words
*This poem was first published in DoveTails Literary Journal
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