stolen poems
Monday, July 17, 2017
pilgrimage both linear and circular
I Went Back
I went back
to my old home
and the furrow
of each year
plowed like
surf across
the place had
not washed
memory away.
-
Archie Randolph “A.R.” Ammons
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