The Pilgrimage, Book II: Part 15 / Phillip Neal Tippin
You have purchased for me
A grave in the promised land.
(Gen 23)
Today we found we fall
Within a pelican’s sphere—
His coastal thrall
This mollified kettle-water
Is worse than the tap
The pilgrim strife,
Each mile a line
Or lie missed or
Plastered over
Or under my breaths
Coming shorter and shorter.
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