chasing my integrity
I engulf all broken
remains of self
from pilgrim basket
with jagged sorrow…
. . . .
Every sheared sheep
starts over/rushes in
the swirling water
smelling at distance
the huge field
of juicy grass
makes just head swim
building fearful grimace
grows more wool
missing the wise advice:
slow & steady wins…
. . . .
chasing my integrity
I engulf all broken
remains of self
from pilgrim basket
with jagged sorrow…
by MMT
Read more at: Sunday's Whirligig #47, Three Word Wednesday
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