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acacia Jul 26
Nervous
skittish furling
turning, fumbling swagger
throughout hallways guiding clammer
school-girl
2 4 6 8 2
will get to class on time one day
Diána Bósa Jul 26
Afterlife.
Naked, true.
We are reborn
By disrobing the disguise.
Unmasked.
Now, it is time to say goodbye
Between the pristine blur of the trenches
The sanguine green of your kitchen
We must all learn the word
Goodbye
You died,
here, in my arms,
and I could do nothing
but watch as you faded away.
Come back.
Hidden
in the echoes
of your footsteps, I walk,
obscured by your shifting shadow,
waiting.
Do you see me?
Diána Bósa May 24
Secret.
Lips sealed.
Necking stirringly - hush.
Shadow of a doubt.
Decoy.
Down a
forgotten lane
in a canyon of corn,
a blue ban calls new life to this
old world.

Gather
around the stall.
Don't let the foal's whiney
be an unanswered question to
live ears.

Shaky
legs held us all
when we were fresh and blind
Take pride in teaching to see a
new soul
#15 in my Year One collection, from notes on 1/21
Look up,
slowly they fall,
the ashes turned snowflakes
of stars who abandoned the sky
come home.
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