Poems from ren_hunt
Her disability unknown, the girl smiles, watches.
What sound first appears? The clumping is unquestioned.
Unrehearsed, but as large...
Through Stevens’ words, we think
of sweet memories come
and gone.
Gone are the scripted words
The color of leaves,
The structure of life’s...
She is the sun coming up in the morning.
With her, comes the light and the knowledge.
She is the co-pilot,
helping me to fly the plane...
You asked me
to draw
a line
between white and black.
White and black.
White and black?
What is that line?
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