Bone to Bone
He claims two sides frame every story.
I count three, sometimes more,
believing in multiplicity,
threats concealed
but never
buried. A dust devil twists across the path.
What ascends, what dies?
Heat, ashes. A shadow’s flesh.
The earth, restraining all.
“Bone to Bone” first appeared here in June 2016.
O at the Edges 
Nice shape to this one. And now I’m wondering if ascension equates to death or salvation….
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It just might depend on the wind!
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Clever use of numeracy, wish i could count.
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Fingers and toes, fingers and toes!
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But how many do i have?
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Post a photo on your blog and let the readers decide. Surely a consensus would be reached.
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Terrific idea.
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I’m full of them. Or full of something, as my wife might say… 😀
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Wind maybe? But then I’m happy to be full of weather.
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Yeah, that’s it. Uh huh.
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I really like this post
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Glad you like it! Thank you.
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