windrag : poetry : journal

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gratitude ii

“they gave their lives” is
a phrase we shouldn’t forget.
how will you give yours?

acceptance

peaceful spring night: the
mouse gives itself to the jaws
of the dancing cat.

last day of school

late spring full moon. my
neighbor’s cough lands on my hand:
a single raindrop

downtime

quiet moonlit night:
the cat, wasting no time, stalks
the moon’s reflection

noir

the sense that, in the midst of what you sense,
heart and all, the main event
eludes you. then, a bunch of friends race by
on bikes, in midnight rain.