My Ribs

I can count my ribs through the skin

when I reach my hand blueskyward

and it makes me feel strong as a stag

and beautiful as the immaculate architecture

of sunbleached bones on the hilltop lea.

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About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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