Everyday, The Leavings
I watch my boys
leave
take care of each other
I bellow and
below my heart
in the thrumming shadows
a feather of sorrow
loosens lifts leaps
off my tongue out my mouth
into the biting spring wind

EDITOR | WRITER | TEACHER
Everyday, The Leavings
I watch my boys
leave
take care of each other
I bellow and
below my heart
in the thrumming shadows
a feather of sorrow
loosens lifts leaps
off my tongue out my mouth
into the biting spring wind

love this. perfect.
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Great poem, Vanessa!
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Grace! So great to hear from you, my friend! And thank you!! 🙂 Did you know my word for this year is: GRACE! Woot!
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