Poems from Kaylee Cogan
Did I mistake this for that lovely thing
That draws some hearts to stir and to forgive;
That perfect tune the birds in springtime sing;
A...
Cigar smoke,
possibly from Belgium,
wafting through the air.
Children’s laughter;
the chime-like sound
of babbling brother and sister,...
I like radio static
and sleeping by rivers
in a tent,
with wood smoke as my blanket
and campfire glow
as my pillow.
I like sleep-falling
to...