what happened at my consolation
knee deep in virgina
bluebells, in floodwater
dressing at best
like an American dagger
our feelings drop
from the trees surprise
isn’t all that surprising
our feelings drop from the trees
2 thoughts on “our feelings drop from the trees”
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Feeling the sur in the surprise. big Sur!
This poem sails! Yes yes!