she left the memory
of herself -
from a stranger’s
perspective
as a veil over
the last day of winter
and the spring boiled
in anticipation
longing for, the
love that births poems
like buds
blossoming
out to flowers
in a net like
peacock’s feathers
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Publicerad 2023-02-28 10:42