Wooly Pieces



Wooly Pieces

Some days are longer than others
Just ask the man who waits in
Trees unmapped and surrounded

Ask the wanderer bone dry
Noon at the crossroads
Out there blistered & lost

Ask the petulant child
Inked into a corner
Lined forever lost

Ask anybody wearing a hat
You know them every one
Who needs shelter from

Tomorrow ask the sky
Trail into the next
Wager for wooly pieces


Photograph © D Young

Poetry © R Young


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