Poem: “Palpable, She Said,” notebooks, Jim Stallings

For Peter Tietjen, friend & patriot true

Palpable, she said,

Evidenced by this curtain

Torn in its center

Lo, sir, an eye

And indeed the orb

Did appear in crystal blue

A wintry stare

Beyond the frosty pane

Yet even in haste

The footsteps lead

In footprints of snow

To a cliff’s edge

And there into air

As thin as ethereal

Stuff floating skyward

A cloudy blemish

That painted our despair.


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