Flowing out
And arranged–
Like the order of drops
On a pane,
Or leaves piled in the fall–
As if there were
No other option.
A poem can feel
Like a fist.
Navigating all of my creative endeavors. Documenting my growth!
Flowing out
And arranged–
Like the order of drops
On a pane,
Or leaves piled in the fall–
As if there were
No other option.
A poem can feel
Like a fist.
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