finding myself

here of all places
among these other found things: 
pocket fluff
bits of kite string. 

holding myself 
loosely, like that shifting moon, 
knowing i’m 
will disappear soon. 

wilding myself 
with barefoot heart, wander-
in fits 
and starts.          and stars. 




written for poetic asides November Chapbook Challenge

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1 Response to finding myself

  1. erbiage says:

    Love your barefoot heart! And start with the stars!

    Sent from my iPhone


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