It’s not that I don’t love you
or the wild grace of your limbs
exposed,
it’s just that my bones crave
summer feels.
for Poets and Storytellers United (Writers’ Pantry #4: Let Poetry and Prose Be a Break from Catastrophe)
Showing posts with label winter (almost) blues. Show all posts
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Saturday, January 25, 2020
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