366 Poems: January 21st, 2016

Every Flower Grown

Take me home,

send me to bed,

dry up this cloud over my head,

and take the snow

and make it spring.

Oh why

do I

expect

you to

fix everything?

When every

flower grown

still doesn’t

help?

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