Turn and Return, Picking Up Pieces and Look | Faith McCormick | Poetry
Turn and ReturnFour a morning and one monthNo wine to be found. Only dirt pouring from the cupRight back to the groundFragments of a story unfolding Not awake but alive Drenched in sulfur and firePull me outThen You turn your … Continue reading Turn and Return, Picking Up Pieces and Look | Faith McCormick | Poetry
