boundary x time by Bruce W NiedtShall we go digest my territory?
I hold onto like precious gems
not unlike
stones worn by thousand-year sea
to rumble rounded smooth
tumble invisible chain
like rock salted peanuts
threaded by ocean
her necklace
broken in surf
scattered beads
igneous sedimentary
pulverized (generational)
to almost powder
to grit the sand
baked and baking
to redden tender so(u)l(e)s and
to dance the dance
of coals and gems and the fiery things.
Thats my concept of territory,
bud.
[First published in Samsara, August 2000.]
10/06/2001 Posted on 10/06/2001 Copyright © 2025 Bruce W Niedt
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