Poetry 1 Comment / Poetry / By whitney PRINT this story Bury your pain inside a canyon with high steep walls. Let old aches ricochet. Scraped elbows echo into arms that won’t wave. PRINT this storyShare this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Related
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In a culture that values wordiness, a poem like this feels so fresh.