Tonight of Yesterday
The evening slips you into it, has kept a place for you
as those wildwood limbs that have already settled on
the morning. The words you have for it are flyblown now
as the dandelion you'll whistle tomorrow into a lighter air.
But tonight, your sleep will be as round as your mouth,
berried with the story of sunlight finally run to ground.
You are all about tomorrow. The moon has your name
memorized: the curl of your back, your face, an open book.
Thought I'd share this lovely poem since it's September and rainy; the perfect time of year for snuggling up with a book of poems - and maybe a mug of hot chocolate ♥
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