The sun will drag itself as though
You feel the kid you were has
Waited and time is what a jar
Is shaped by, before edging out
In lite beneath a panel or shed
Unlatched with smells of bags
Unfull of yellow fumes, the day
Has found the branches and cherries
unzapped by beaks. You know it's
Safe to start a new dream. Again the fence
Is standing triumphantly, the night has
Been a lost call, a ball is tossed again
The neihbor is waving like a friend.
Dec 23, 2024
Dec 23, 2024 at 11:58 PM UTC
The sun will drag itself as though
You feel the kid you were has
Waited and time is what a jar
Is shaped by, before edging out
In lite beneath a panel or shed
Unlatched with smells of bags
Unfull of yellow fumes, the day
Has found the branches and cherries
unzapped by beaks. You know it's
Safe to start a new dream. Again the fence
Is standing triumphantly, the night has
Been a lost call, a ball is tossed again
The neihbor is waving like a friend.
