Monday, April 29, 2019

March 17, Minnesota

The frozen pond like two lungs—the sun hitting the houses

This is a blessed place

Clouds like biscuits on a cobbler float beneath the plane

I would scoop up this snowy landscape
Into my bowl and eat it, dripping sugar, until I burst

It’s good to be going home to a bed you like.

I’m so  in Love

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