i hope
when you come home to yourself
there are flowers lining the front porch
that were left from all the women
you were before
--MAIA
[Collage of flowers on porches].
"Maybe if we reinvent whatever our lives give us we find poems." --Naomi Shihab Nye
I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Be...
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