The Meadow
Half the day lost, staring at this window. I wanted to know just one true thing about the soul, but I left thinking for thought, and now - two inches of snow have fallen over the meadow. Where did I go, how long was I out looking for you?, who would never leave me, my withness, my here.
by Kate Knapp Johnson, Poetry 180 | 118
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