Today my brain wears her sharp edges
And the soft breeze rubs my thick skin raw
The fly and the pill bug seem friendly
And the ivy beside me does crawl

I thought my soul buzzed with dysfunction
After too long of nothing at all
When hydrangeas in hand explained gently
I was simply receiving a call


Artwork: Miss Pink Hydrangea, by

~ by April on June 30, 2020.

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