Author George L. III Hart Surely as if someone were hunting you across the breadth of a white salt-flat stretching out like a flayed skin thrown down to dry, one could run like a deer and flee, but life with a family binds up your feet! Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments