Sweet Onion Grass
Wednesday, November 16, 2022
love poem for a downfall
is the descent yours or mine, love?
on the surface
you are the freshly fallen
but perhaps
I am the one coming
quietly undone
and you are
exactly as you please
musn't be too hasty
with these things
I sit watching snow drift
spelling down demise
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