Paper Cutouts
My house mothers the sweet sting of cooked nettle,
Nothing nailed to the walls for these come with me.
And I hear the airplane groove, I'm on the move.
Like thin oil in water, I never settle.
Liberum Divisa 6, 31st of May 2021. These lines are taken from my poem "Burning Papers Fly" written on the 26th of May 2021.
Copyright © Terrence Tennessee | Year Posted 2021
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