I will beg, will take to my knees, will listen to snowstroking air, a sky of gasps, will open my mouth,swallow, somewhere else the sky is falling,somewhere else it gets back up.

“I will beg, will take to my knees, will listen to snowstroking air, a sky of gasps, will open my mouth,swallow, somewhere else the sky is falling,somewhere else it gets back up.”

Bob Hicok