GIFTS
There is a settling rising
There is a richness and a heaviness
in the words and gifts
There is the gold polished by the sand
heavy in the sluices
Pulling my hands upwards against its
weight
GIFTS
There is a settling rising
There is a richness and a heaviness
in the words and gifts
There is the gold polished by the sand
heavy in the sluices
Pulling my hands upwards against its
weight