Yurt
Yearlong, we have waited,
yearning for vacation,
yet like nomads we dwell,
yon from city life, spritzed
yellow frisking through firs,
yielding to swift trail bends,
young, sleeping in bunkbeds.
6-13-2021
Y Plieades
Copyright © Juliet Ligon | Year Posted 2021
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