Hey poets. School has been kicking my bum! Hope to write more soon…
A woman came in to the library today and needed help printing her poems as gifts. They were simple but I was inspired by her blissful writer-glow. I need to write more, in a small way it’s more important than anything else
nonleapyears
In case of wax flowers
know this—we are well thread
in the eyelashes of all things &this
hardly a coincidence we have
the same hair—espresso except
in summer, forever lovelier remembered
&this
heavier with time, unfolded over and over
&this
hollow quiet space which I filled w/ sleep-signs
ah-feather-be we wander wishful, pinkytied
&quiet
something humble this way grows
from the earth we come wide-eyed except
in summer, when our mouths are open &this
is the quietest place we can be: together
holding out for rain
&rain&rain&rain
—ECW