Sweet Betsy

co-written with Fey Witt






Never did I intend
To pull away
It is just
what my people do
Inconstant, unsettled
move toward what is easiest
fool’s gold
Someone else’s dream
A tintype of mountain stream
It isn’t easy
this worry of losing
and getting lost
I should be used to it all
by now
Piker that I am
Fists in my pockets
fists around my heart
Crumbling, crumbling
past dust to powder
I sift, I scatter
I offer you the wind


One Response to “Sweet Betsy”

  1. cw says:

    I’ll take the cool breeze you offer. Always.

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