My Words

“Past moments segmented euphoric,

notebook in the back of my jeans”

 

It used to be a pocketed feeling,

today it’s the air that I breathe

 

They used to visit when I would invite them,

now they’re my shadow unseen

 

Blanketing my world with their lettered embrace,

to inspire, enthrall—and redeem

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)

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