it was under a cold November sky when it happened/she smelled of fragrant shampoo and a slight hint of mashed potatoes/I don’t usually like mashed potatoes/but today they are my favorite/with lashes fluttering against cheeks/it was a zing/so natural/that I thought it must have been an illusion/but no/it was very real/the moment that your lips/touched mine.
I personally love
Mary Oliver's
Dog Songs
the way she captivates
the little dog
in poems
in books
and in heart
the way the poetry flows
last year,
I did a school debate
of why
trans athletes should be able to play in sports
I lost
and I cried
because my teacher
let us pick topics
YWP is the springtime crocuses you have been waiting for,
the flower in the snow
YWP is the golden hour
poetry flows
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