On the Burning of the Underbrush
I have heard the learned voices explain the greater good,
but with ash on my soles as I walk through the wood,
I feel as skittish as the animals that leave chaotic tracks.
I feel as skittish as the animals that leave chaotic tracks.
Though, I’m thankful that there’s a soft rain to hide my tears,
as I walk I feel the pain, the lingering smoke attacks
the vicissitudes of my being, and I walk in fears.  |
| Day 253 8x10 oil on canvas art by: Valerie Dowdy @ www.valeriedowdy.com |
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