The Poem

draws
pulls
woos me
through the night
each knotted line
wants to unravel
into a cadence

a discontent with
the order of garden rows
it is grateful
for flight
in the open air

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The Poem

Itch

right there
right there
ahhhh
thank you
without you
there are places
I would never reach
without you
parts of me
I would never meet

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Itch