There are times,
to celebrate yourself
You ... are the hair-raising, we-inspiring
moon.
We,
We,
We,
make,
we...
search your living room?
His teddy bear, crushed by the farmhouse.
He smiles from SPACE.
He fell asleep from a location...
in your little star.
You are shaken?
You are still clinging.
You are... at Home.
Leave.
a poem I wrote last year...thought I would share.
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