Mud (fragment)

The paths that I walked
are grown over,
impassable from melt

a mud that holds everything still
in its need for footprints
and bones, not yet hardened
to shale

a process that kills
and preserves
you call fossilization

but I call 
a dangerous past

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About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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3 Responses to Mud (fragment)

  1. Alice Keys says:

    Ah, Susan. The sticky mud of the past may not all be mud. ((SIGH)). Well penned. Alice

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