Reckoning of Age
close my eyes at bluster of wind — it rains on sad news
i want to be swept up in its keep
swallowed in vines
the reckoning of age
makes one think
the child inside me
says
no I don’t want to
9/17/2020
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2020
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