David Kowalczyk - Wait

In the hollow place
where frozen children live,
the colors of truth
are a cold little witch
named me my mine.


She is sinking
in the river of time.


Beneath a moon
full of hemlock and
the gray light of hunger,
the river moves
like a whisper.

David Kowalczyk

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