the slow spiral
of a wildflower
onto the water ...
as I whisper her name
my dream drifts away
Atlas Poetica, 36, 2019
A Room of My Own: Home, Sweet Home
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*Against the Drowning Noise of Other Words*, XLI: "home"
boom, boom, boom
outside the steel safe room
with his ears covered
a boy sings,* If I had wings*
*l...