dustmotes
on the bedside windowsill
riding the memory
of grandma’s song
to the doorsteps of spring
Written on April 19, 2025
Category: Poetry
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chronic cold
on the way back
the neighbor’s garden
will be to the left
of my left nostrilWritten on March 3, 2026
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boiled corn
half of the boy’s half
to the dogWritten on December 14, 2025
