Tuesday, May 31, 2022

at the end of May

May seemed a forever recovery 
over bits of grass--bits of glass

Can it really be June tomorrow?
Will the year make its amends?

Growing long like summer time
the year fills out in its maturity

hold my hands as songs get longer 
nothing but excitement--and fear

the kind lodged between my ribs 
gasping: I care, I care--do you?

Pic: Wisteria Square #MSU


Nicole said...

This is beautiful, Maya!

Gillian said...

Clever and moving. Nice.

StephLove said...

Nice word play

maya said...

Thank you Nicole, Gillian, and StephLove <3

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