So many days before
the warm-wind is back,
and I am looking for angels
beneath the dirt of my lawn,
where I sleep and dance and pray
in June;
I open my mouth and scream
into the ground,
so only the bugs and dead things know
what I am afraid of:
that tomorrow I will be older
and still know nothing.
-Ellery Rose
Jan 20, 2025
Jan 20, 2025 at 1:04 PM UTC
So many days before
the warm-wind is back,
and I am looking for angels
beneath the dirt of my lawn,
where I sleep and dance and pray
in June;
I open my mouth and scream
into the ground,
so only the bugs and dead things know
what I am afraid of:
that tomorrow I will be older
and still know nothing.
-Ellery Rose
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