I need to go
be on time to
a fear of flowers
meeting
and a fear of
death, darkness,
the height of a
firetower
I can’t seem to
find the opening
my way out of
these covers
I must let someone know
it’s the end of summer
even in florida
there’s rain
and wind
telling me to hurry up
shattered olive green glass
and flying
black and white letters
Sept.
Such a striking way to describe the end of summer. Thanks for sharing this.
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Love that photo. It tells me something, but I am not sure just what…
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