Friday, October 31, 2025

Childhood

Packed in her bags was he loose-leaf tobacco and the loose-leaf tea

she would need to settle her nerves

Slapped in the face like the coldest wind atop Mount Kilimanjaro

is the sense she will need to make a fist

Trapped in her mind are the tiny birds and butterflies

full of life and love and childhood


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