Tuesday, September 15, 2015

Russ Cope Poem

Tidal
A Russ Cope Poem

My courage comes in waves,
washing me away in the ebb
and constant flow, erasing

the features of my face, rubbing
free the crags of my being,
breaking my sharp edges into

smooth and polish places.
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