Site icon A Hundred Falling Veils

Into the Poem I Tuck

 

 

 

a left turn,

a river stone,

straw,

the moon,

an empty frame,

the scent of books,

a wide-brimmed hat,

a question mark,

ripe peach juice, maps

to nowhere,

unfinished songs,

a trunk, blue mornings,

fields of gold,

uncertainty

of what comes next,

the promise

I will try

again.

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