Homeward
In search of spring branches and breath

In viral funk,
congestion-puffed face still marred by the
faint impression of
a well-fitted n95,
(suitcase somehow unpacked,
but sleep mostly elusive)
I walked the perimeter of my yard
In search of spring branches and breath
In viral funk,
congestion-puffed face still marred by the
faint impression of
a well-fitted n95,
(suitcase somehow unpacked,
but sleep mostly elusive)
I walked the perimeter of my yard
Just another writer trying to stay afloat in a sea of words. Author of several novels. Wannabe mermaid. Mother. Trying to age gracefully with no grace in sight.
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Just another writer trying to stay afloat in a sea of words. Author of several novels. Wannabe mermaid. Mother. Trying to age gracefully with no grace in sight.