poem spring ‘24
on the kitchen counter
a blue plastic water bottle
nudged by a tangerine
difficult to fight against it all
what with a dan de lion
leafing green blossoming yellow
downstairs in a crack in the concrete
Friday, March 22, 2024
Sunday, February 25, 2024
Another way?
Another way in might be this dream?
A group of friends wanted to kill a moth.
What was the point? No matter.
They asked me to kill it.
I shied away from the furry
body, the fluttering wings
touching my face. No,
I awoke.
Wednesday, February 21, 2024
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