Mom—
on a walk
just sponging the stars into my brain,
it hurt from so much ringing.
i thought the deep lavender sky might soothe it,
be back soon
(p.s. if I'm not, don't bother looking for me,
probably just taking a nap in the pond.)
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September Poems (2023)
PoetryA compilation of my best poems written during the month of September
