01.06.2022
preamble. kids walking home in pitch black afternoons
like small moon astronauts in their heavy winter clothes
oblivious to their own braveness. gracefully
traveling this thick silence
their traces are indented islands
circular poems of joy
quickly covered by snow, whereas
their voices traveling all directions.
what is wanting in you
when the beat of their drum
is family
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