Spring 2021
Untitled (Tiny mortal writings ...) Lily Reavis Tiny mortal writings in the flesh tea garden Wisp away into shreds of air, Float past this moment of Softness & Memory & Cadence dripping sweetly. Like honey until they are rediscovered, Uncovered by a form of shadow Which dances between aspens and Falls below bookcases. I did not come here to miss you. One day this tea garden moment will loosen In the minds of readers and explorers. Morning ends & mourning ends & A flesh garden turns to bone. This is the last moment I forget. Arms stretched and unfiltered, Bathing in the sun and basking in The river which takes me next. Perhaps I came here to miss you.
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