How little tender
How little alone
It’s true each other took
Poverty from our mouths and
Quickly we were left from a safer refuge
Fighting possibility
A dog day
Eats escape
The only thing ever trusted
I know this dream
I suppose I just think
That maybe this anger
This anger would keep better in a jar
This anger followed by ellipses
This moment of longing
This moment of wanting to believe in the resurrection
I wonder about you &
What you think I should do next
Might the frame of a house
Might the young garden
Might the mountain picnic
Illuminate the distance that swiftly goes?
Posted By: NJ Cullen