Our numbered days
written by: Rando Mithlo
@Rodhnoe
This path long in driftwood broke
Contrast the char of bonfire gone
I know you have been here before
In blackberry trail, in pattern worn
To solve somethings, think, revere
Hunted treasure, forgetting fail
In good measure in great detail
You’d write it with pointed branch
Wave washed, but I know what it said
Sat awhile on blanching wood
You cast afloat and then return
To where one knew a ring was lost
Has sand slowly buried a past
In all of our numbered days
Our minds see that strange way
Walked a loop and into myself
Up to a tide of glancing glare
Don’t get up from the water’s rush
Traced, crashed, and overrun
Rando Mithlo
-Artist and Writer from Los Angeles currently living in Indiana- the bulk of my writings are short stories and poems that deal with a range of subjects including: emotional distress, strange happenings, thrillers and suspensestories.
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