Annual
The Bermuda dried to brown
and the dust bred
with the dead
heat of summer
falling
all around
enclosing me in its slumber
encasing me in its fate
and glad that I had
found
my calling
to lie dormant in the ground
void of
love
and void of hate
Copyright © Nancy Cox | Year Posted 2020
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