ROUGH DRAFT. To revise. Sometimes things come out and I am not sure what they mean, but for this one, I know it’s an autumn facing winter poem. To work on and revise. Thanks for reading!
Laura
The Nine Month Sentence–(Must work on this title. Sounds weird.)
Stunned. Nine months of
little sun, closed streaked
windows to follow.
We had not
used our summer well.
We had not slept
under a June blue sky,
toes curled in fresh green.
We had not wrapped nights
in tender sighs under stars;
our nights
were wasted in worries.
Midnight.
If we slip outside now,
we might walk unnoticed.
We might find the source
of the crescent, the crickets,
the scamperers.
We might
flee with them.
?????
************* Let’s slip outside
find sources of
crescents
crickets
scamperers.
maybe we’ll leave
with them.
*****Addendum:
Laura Lee 