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POETRY

Image by Brigitte Werner from Pixabay

Six o’clock, the sun
gets heavy in the sky;
all my soul agrees,
wiping fingers
on a wet napkin.
The ticket in my pocket
presses on my shoulders.

The train carries me
forward in time.
I do not wave goodbye —
my hand, too, is heavy,

but leaving gets easier
once…

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POETRY

Image by Bruno /Germany from Pixabay

If my crystal ball
reflected more than glass,
a village trapped in snow —

I would have seen
the frame turned facedown,
kissing the dust of the desk.

And the blue blanket
you wrapped around my shoulders
under a cacophony of stars,

frayed around the edges
of my eyes, small details
the…

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srstowers

srstowers

I’m Sheila, a goat farmer, poet, cat nerd, co-editor of Boomers, Bitches, and Babes