Mist disappears into clear air Turns into the space between us We once were something no one could hold All could see, none would breathe It was an occurrence that clings under limbs We were a paring like Lady Slipper and Pine Reach for yesterdays fogContinueContinue reading “Poem: Grasp”
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Poetry: September Bellingham
Down the hill my city sitsWaves nip at its hairFreeway scratches the bellyMountains hold down its hipLow mist rolled in early,refuses to leave this coveDown into the clouds I walk,floating up into a subdued worldHere exhales are marked,Talk can be seenSun baths buildings in a peach-warm glowas it fights the floating moisturethat crowns my September BellinghamNoon-thirty,visibility stillContinueContinue reading “Poetry: September Bellingham”
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