Grasping at petals
Yes.
No.
Never.
However,
Catch me my breath
Or maybe
Do save me.
Book pressed and dried
Tell me who lied.
This way to the light
I was wrong. You were right.
Fall, I might.
Is that something you would like?
I’m trying to stay alive
Why?
Why?
Why?
Too tired to sigh.
I
I’m
Alive.
So take to the sky
Forever?
Comes after
Goodbye
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Ecotone | 2021
PoesiaMoving on from a year in Ecotone. Some things to leave behind in 2021. The best and worst of words.