Free Verse Poetry
A Boy, a Goddess &
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1 min readApr 24, 2024
Vibrating ㅤthe lawn mowerㅤsat
spitting ㅤthreatening to stall
“Where the hell are you, boy?”
/shuttered in branches ㅤbrittle, ancient past
cracking with weight
ㅤ/a knowing mouth filled
to something long gone
still tastes, to him ㅤ…in reckless familiar.