JUNE

The day is hostile
cold wind slicing everything
needle rain hunted for everything

My keen eyes scan surfaces for notches
and my tiny thwarted legs spot for ridges

Seeking for a point where they could interlock

with the walls that already armadillos away down to a gate

I wish my wandering thought doesn’t drive you naught๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜€๐Ÿ˜ƒ๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ˜ฏ๐Ÿ˜†

 

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