windrag : poetry : journal

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Category: poem

back to class

spring deluge, after a summery week. plum blossom time has passed its peak. i greet old friends and meet new ones. the heart still beats beneath this new striped shirt. npm napowrimo

next generation

out on a walk, pulling his wheeled elephant, he spotted Abdul enjoying a smoke, and slowed down, like he does for new-shaped dogs, and gripped my finger tighter. npm napowrimo

shorty

night poem write bed

homesteading

talk radio in a plastic bag keeps raccoons away miss them now npm napowrimo

blackest

after nap, walking “dadú, hold hand” crow caws, boy answers head turned left npm napowrimo