The Kill

I dragged the poem from the woods.
I was a peasant after all, shoes heavy.
What was I to do? Winter was coming.

Author: skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University View all posts by skuusisto

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