Writer, Actor, Dog-Walker
I Your friends here think you have it all: and on a secret-sometimes (mornings when the wind is blowing the perfect amount
By Kiernan Norman3 years ago in Poets
June took root in the same way you learned to scream but now it's fall and you're trying to sing. It slipped away from muddy lids like lifting a veil,
I There is a 3% chance I'll find you here. But if in each pair of eyes I dip, I find 1/8 of you; I'll be there soon. II
I don’t write love poems We didn’t bloom together the way we should have. We never eyed each other across neat soil; both self-conscious and self-righteous as we sipped the sun and, in quiet bursts, raced to touch the sky.
I’ve never stopped a heart- The poem should end here. It doesn’t. The sound of the levees breaking was quiet, I thought it would be bigger-