my poems remain confined
to the same scenery
but now there are puppies
chasing the chipmunk
©Erin Croley
as long as I sit in this chair
my poems remain confined to the same scenery but now there are puppies chasing the chipmunk ©Erin Croley
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clouded eyesight
makes the foggy morning appear clear first scent of coffee brewing hides fence posts and frosts grass supernatural awakening ©Erin Croley yes, I will chase you through the half mown field
a sloping path from pond to barn in heels throw walnuts at the tree, staining my hands, to prove "like a girl" is amazing, and wrap you in my shawl as night drops and music rises if you will let me hold you again and again when the hiccuping sobs take over leave crusted salt on your cheeks when you can't seem to pick yourself up off the floor in the morning when simple decisions cause a shaking paralysis you are hide-n-seek and porch swings mason jar lanterns and floating fabric crickets and dew drops backseat windows down singing not this compressed version of perfection you are; ©Erin Croley, 2015 |
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