un temps

A pale heavy
Nothing
Wraps around me
Like age
Or a stale summer
Evening
Only the quick stab
Of a biting
Gnat
And the tickle
Of a tear
Dropped soft
And traveling

-me


Painting: No. 869, by Louise Robert

~ by April on July 13, 2019.

Posted in Body, Humanity, Identity, Loss, Love, Nature, Poetry
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