Ducking into the woods
it is harder to tell
the storm has come—
though here
beneath the trees
in my own chest,
thunder.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged escape the self, poem, poetry, storm on February 11, 2018| 2 Comments »
Ducking into the woods
it is harder to tell
the storm has come—
though here
beneath the trees
in my own chest,
thunder.