Rust

Nadine Nabass Poetry August 18, 2018August 18, 2018 1 Minute

gypsy blood burns hot
embers left in an abandoned fire
that warm nothing

we must keep moving, karma
licks at our ankles
you must look out for yourself

do not return home.
for even the jackdaws
will steal your gold

Published August 18, 2018August 18, 2018

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