Tuesday, August 30, 2016

302: Poem

Sitting on a swing, girl,
Looking up high,
Those are the blue hills, girl,
Nudging past the sky.
Lying past bedtime, girl,
Looking at whizzing cars,
Mapping your own travels, girl,
With your wheelbarrow of stars.


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 I am feeling disoriented now. And my body aches - from the travel and whatever is going on. But a friend takes me to his gym every night......