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.

All poetry and supplementary material: copyright 2020-2022 by Phillip Neal Tippin. All rights reserved.

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