Tuesday, April 13, 2021

A day like that, a night like this


Birdsong and traffic

And an ordinary day

Chaos and jitters

And a crazy, crooked way

For cracks to widen

And things to slip through

Losing trinkets and time

Until I finally discover you.

(On crazy days, one is glad for fairy lights.)

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