Sad Labels:
verse
Sunshine
Dirty Knees
Soon they'll all
be calling me
by name
Not remembering
I haven't been
her since
We woke the
rooster with
our insomnia
Fought the
demons with
our matchsticks
Rode the moon
until it buckled
under the weight
of our salvation
Sunshine
Knotted hair
And every way
still left
to wonder
Where beneath
us the earthquake
might wait
for us to happen
Ah! See this one dear S is not so sad I think. It is brimming with a frothy hope. That may or may not blow away with a gusty wind. And I love it! Print!
favorite lines:"rode the moon..." and waking the rooster. gee, how they capture the delight in taking risks and overcoming inertia!
I do hope this means your days are more yellow than blue? (rhetorical question; don't mean to pry)
Y (who wrote to you recently)
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