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sweater weather
sky turns light grey
leaves scattered all astray
flannels on and hoods up
pumpkin flavors fill my cup
sound of raindrops pitter patter
autumn air is all that matters
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second place
wonder what it feels like
to be the best
can only dream of
laughing at my mistakes
the way she does
at her own
knowing she’s still
number one
makes it look
effortless at fifty
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the irony of motivational instagram reels
i’m aware of what
feels like an
unbreakable addiction,
but i try
and i try
and i try
as i ironically agree
with every instagram reel
saying phones
are ruining this world
Loves
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Lumineers on Vinyl
I need pretty things;
I need the Lumineers singing
about flowers on vinyl, and
I need stained glass bubbles twinkling
in the window, and
to see my poetry scrawled in
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This is Not a Political Poem
This is not a political poem
It can’t be
Because I need hope
And I cannot find hope in such a divided world
I mean, look at us
Left versus right
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stupid little things
stupid little trees
speak to me
through their whispering leaves
they seem to grieve.
stupid little clouds
cry so damn loud
through snow and rain
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if not one to write
i write poetry on lined paper
in class & only half pay attention, rounded letters
barely containing all i want to say. i use green marker
& stare dreamily into the yellowed margins,
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In English We Read Walt Whitman and Langston Hughes
We read poems on printed white sheets in english class
Color them with highlights
And words like freedom
Are covered in pink.
And a hundred years ago
