Poem - 31 October 2015, 11:16 A place to land Steven James The blocks stacked the balls racked underneath beneath cracked shallow breath befriending death you here me there nothing left solid stand patient hand time to find a place to land. Like 0 Pin it 0 Support CosmoFunnel.com You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal. Views: 650 Rating: Total votes: 0 Poetry Genre: Verse