Poems by Steven Federle
Friday, September 2, 2016
Day's End
I'll fill this small space,
coarse stone in the stream,
as soft, summer winds
gently shape me,
my rough lines smoothing,
polishing dull skin,
‘til golden and gleaming
I’m clean once again.
(30 June 2011)
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