08/09/25

I talk to my dad

I tell him
I make everything lighter
transparent
and dissolved in dew

he carried us from the station wagon
warm and loved
put us in our beds

we were his children
he loved us so much, so long ago
and we made that part of his life

happy

🦋🌿

© Annora Eksteen, 2025






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