untitled poem
untitled
a waking breath
blazes open,
then dies.
soft
as a metaphor
for grace.
a waking breath
blazes open,
then dies.
soft
as a metaphor
for grace.
I have a BA in English, and am preparing to apply to grad school. I stay home with my beautiful child and write when I can. I work in my yard year-round and cook every day.
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