Lynn

2020-03-10 12:49 pm

Concept:
I am a shooting star,
crumbling and burning and
falling
and falling and
falling
Don't  go back to sleep.

Insomnia:
faded lipstick,
new blues,
and morning sea glass.
Don't go back to sleep.

The summer heat has faded into fall.
An autumn picnic in the park—
I will love myself despite the ease with which I lean towards the opposite.
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don't go back to sleep.