I first saw you at the bookstore Months of texting culminating in that first moment Days filled with vulnerability and laughter
By Lindsay Stevens4 years ago in Poets
Walking along, Stopping to pick the ripened berries The sweet-sour taste entices the senses. Cars passing quickly My feet stagger on
As a kid I jumped on beds, Ran across chairs, And crawled under tables. I explored jungles, Danced with princes, And fought in battles.
Can Morning forget the violence of the Night? For gentle dew to replace emboldened strikes that a bird's song answers echoed screams
When I was little We never went to the beach, Or the lake, Or the river In fact, the very idea that, Anything was larger than the creek behind my house
