Don’t let what’s dead
linger.
Kiss the ground
before you rise.
Spill juice
into the river.
We have miles
to fly– the dream
carries us only
to the edge.
(originally published in Willows Wept Review, Winter 2021)
Don’t let what’s dead
linger.
Kiss the ground
before you rise.
Spill juice
into the river.
We have miles
to fly– the dream
carries us only
to the edge.
(originally published in Willows Wept Review, Winter 2021)