Sunday, August 1, 2021

Tucket

Sort of. More like
In the morning,
There is feeling.
In the evening,

There is meaning
Where the feeling
Sits in the dark
Alone and mourns.

Then it’s morning,
Even darker
To begin with,
Maybe moonlight,

But the feeling
Blows its tucket,
And the meaning
Wakes up, back home.

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