by allegraosati | | poems
my place is green what once was dust and dormant spills forth in a hurry hungry for every last drop too quickly nourished
by allegraosati | | poems
it’s been a week the world is darker i’m not ready our concept of we becomes narrower
by allegraosati | | poems
there’s a poetic imperfection to the way we work in an early year the call of a wild duck scheduling the foxes tempting the snakes the power of the people is so much stronger than the people in...
by allegraosati | | poems
and maybe you’re crazy but i’m not and maybe this whole world is just slightly askew approximate ample but either way
by allegraosati | | poems
her plants have names her toes spread shoveling dirt nestling like birds cradling a cup of tea she sips singing a comfortable tune gathering seeds like memories
by allegraosati | | poems
i can still taste the air feel the cool air and his hands as they dared deftly dancing to help me see
