waiting to be delivered AUTHOR TAK Erzinger Boxed up like parcels folded in on ourselves cordoned off in rooms we wait to be delivered remainders of unused things tucked away from hungry hands but spring cannot be boxed in a bragging sky robin’s egg blue meadows coughing up flowers as we rattle in these confinements our bones lie dormant like tulip bulbs packed up last season waiting for the sun to pull us from this buried place dispatching us into a changed world.
30 | APRIL 2020
