We were driving home
Early early early
One chilly morning
The stray heads of taller trees
Silhouetted on the dark horizon
One taller than the others
I wave to its mighty form
I swore it waved back
But perhaps I’m just tired
Hello from a Shadow in A Book of Poems
- April 24, 2022, 5:44 p.m.
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