Body and Soul -4 tercets
Barrel of spirit
Worth something
decanted, zilch
form- temple of soul
soul defined
redundant by self
soul, water in my palm
navigating life mindfully
no second chances
proud richly embellished
braying claypot, jarring jar
forgets soon will be mud
Originally Published: August 7, 2011
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