Monday, September 7, 2020

A poem for Persephone

 Dandelion woman

Drift in and out on strong breezes 

Dandelion woman I knew you in pieces: 

Your hair in whips on your neck

Your breathy laugh 

When I asked you a question you would not answer

(could not answer?)


Dandelion woman why were you all questions and no answers?

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