The Pilgrimage, Book II: Part 32 / Phillip Neal Tippin

When I get up and my attention walks across the room

The overpowering of the individual

Rain just enough
To wet the crust
And streak the cheeks
Of our poor, dusty creek.

Rain wet the lips of the land,
Open to hymn the gift given
Across the blue Lazarus chasm

The tender age of eighty
If pounding begins early

The Surfacing of Himself

All poetry and supplementary material: copyright 2020-2023 by Phillip Neal Tippin. All rights reserved.

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