Poem for Mark Pearce

by on March 2, 2020 :: 0 comments

you tell me about your father
dead at 49

we are all just trying
to keep moving

our hearts under attack
every minute of every day

love isn’t a speeding train
but more of a ceasefire
set to music.

editors note:

And solitude, a full-on assault… – mh clay

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