Tonight's Poet Corner: End Of Summer
End Of Summer
by Belinda Roddie
Don't tell me it's over already -
that I have to grind my toes into stone
again, press my wet nose into hard,
leathery bone, breathe in, believe
in time travel for just a moment
(if only it could be
convenient
just for me!).
by Belinda Roddie
Don't tell me it's over already -
that I have to grind my toes into stone
again, press my wet nose into hard,
leathery bone, breathe in, believe
in time travel for just a moment
(if only it could be
convenient
just for me!).
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