• payfaye

hope

little black kitty vibrates on my chest

listening to the world

wood, asphalt, and glass

imagining the forest where rain fills the rivers

here there is cracked blacktop with motion

below pooled streets in reflection

drops following seams of asbestos

down long chimes

away from me drifting in the attic

slipping into dreams on a paged turned

eyes so thick

to be swallowed into the cozy

my hopes are so high

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