You should know my heart calls you aboard
But it knows you won’t come
Too many reasons it just doesn’t make sense
Never flashy and never free of responsibility
I can’t pretend I have time so while you lay lying I can’t believe
Category: poem
Snow on the way, Poetry by Jeffery Moser
Before we had this upstairs west window
There were only whistles, gong rocks, and etched
Contracts with comets. Remember how they
Raced across the sky with no capitals,
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