Repentant thoughts
stall
in a dim lit
corridor of tongue.
hard plank
passage in yellow
early morning wash,
rancor sinks
there
untouched by me
or you.
A bright kite
***** limp
in tall trees
that was us.
Aug 11, 2025
Aug 11, 2025 at 6:58 PM UTC
Repentant thoughts
stall
in a dim lit
corridor of tongue.
hard plank
passage in yellow
early morning wash,
rancor sinks
there
untouched by me
or you.
A bright kite
***** limp
in tall trees
that was us.
