Today's poem is by W. Perry Epes

Time's End, Will Restore

Bought this house, woke up
with a baby older than we are.
It grows on us,
new moss on sitting stones.
We stir and stretch
to keep our crusts from closing over.
We'll scrape and prime as we can,
curing the shed skins,
boiling them down in the
very hearth. We bought this farm
to wake again.

Copyright © 2010 W. Perry Epes All rights reserved
from Nothing Happens
The Word Works
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