soapyair

a tangle of things

poetry






collapse


Winter brings enough

Space to witness

Winter brings enough

Substance to perish



This room loses light

Faster than its neighbors



The crunch of leaves

New shatterings

Scattered puffs

In the long beams


The dance starts soon

Hurry along




Before they lock the doors


--jan 2025





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