All Comments on 'day after'

Your work always struck a chord with me

This one does too.

Love the line breaks as well.

Good Luck in Sante Fe'

your voice cried in baked clay raw rough edges

as a way away and over storm fever broken

deep into the mourning after after all

not now or never more again shall you come here

to this place of fallen fruit and cracked plates

but seek your horizon on the west

as the broken earth turns beneath your feet.