Dirt Road Heritage Society
moon
Poetry and Music
Sunday, March 31
Blood
Blood shines,
reflects as jet,
and
has a star,
much like that
of unearthed jewels.
One can drown
in light-laced intricate
depths
seeking
the fallen drop,
one that never did exist,
one lost in shadows -
at times created
by candlelight
limpid in wine.
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