Friday, May 3, 2019

Your Free Poem: Flint


Those million patient raindrops
at last unearthed a broken flint
crafted with skill and care
by an ancient hunter's hands.
It hangs on my neck now, 
imperfect and magnificent. 
A reminder of things broken,
a reminder of eternity.

From my book "We May Learn" available from these fine outlets...
Abe Books
Barnes & Noble
Better World Books
Indie Bound