Friday, July 12, 2024

Poetry from February 2024

I am a thin twig of a woman,

Beads on my neck and a rock on my hand

Weighing me down.

I am a woman

Breathing in the sunlight On a friday afternoon

I walk to church, wearing all black

I was the woman

Who blew away in a tropical typhoon

The background was blurry

And I am sharp.