As you look up into the trees,
you feel small…
Poem
childhood home
sold
series of apartments…
if you were a star
that fell into the ocean…
I’ve got so much to say…
you’re the one
who keeps moving…
Thou shalt not steal all the blankets…
if someone breaks my heart
into three-thousand and twenty-one…
oats soft but not too soft
a wooden scoop of brown sugar…
you call me to say
you want me where you are…
I don’t like whiskey…
Daily Poets 