small poems & small plates
H/continuedThis quality of ghostthis incessant echoOnce tamed often returnsAnd this she remembered from days on the farmRelatives of another dimensionpeered out fromn the rope of her swingIn the cornfields they waved at herand among the blueberries, their eyes shone
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ReplyDeleteThis quality of ghost
this incessant echo
Once tamed often returns
And this she remembered from days on the farm
Relatives of another dimension
peered out fromn the rope of her swing
In the cornfields they waved at her
and among the blueberries, their eyes shone