windrag : poetry : journal

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Category: poem

suspense

as days get longer, so does the time it takes to jump to conclusions.

rainy season

having caulked the cracks where the ants come in, i hope they’re ok out there

green

just left portland or more than a week of spring rain makes the heart grow fond

drizzle

this spring, the trees I don’t know the names of have the most beautiful shapes

gold

younger cousin to older cousin at dinner “you’re part grownup, right?”