Now I Leave You For the Birds
Poem I went for a walk and found you growing in a small clearing of mulch and rocks. Few would hear if the tree of you fell. The birds in your hair would,...
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It Can Last
Poem Fluttering inside the walls Imagination flowing like waterfalls Heart light Glowing bright with childhood flight Wings expanding Rib cage inflating With sunshine Crisp and twinkling In your squinting eyes Rosy cheeks raised up...
I Am No Blank Slate
Poem He thought me a marble statue of the Ancient Greeks, admiring the soft sheet that silhouetted my curved form. I do not argue that I wear drapery elegantly, nor that I feel...
Let’s Never Fight Again
Poem They say there’s an island of trash in the Pacific As big as a continent Bigger than Texas The combined efforts of years of plastics that banded together with fishing nets And...
