windrag : poetry : journal

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Category: poem


a better one than i would hear the insects with voices quieter than trains, in town, at bedtime. nevertheless, the trainsongs give my heart the kiss of sleep.


note to self: songs thatmade me what i am–so fewof them are clever.


distracted. the treesin my neighborhood are deepin conversation.

balance ii

i’ve counted the books of poems in my house, and the spiders. good ratio.

you are the product

i hope that when whoever is buyingaccesses my personal datathe message is clear:i love my peopleand i don’t care who knows.