jefferson hill in poetry
- May 1, 2020, 9:12 p.m.
- |
- Public
a lone purple flower
shooting up in the abandoned lot
where someone’s house used to be
swaying unsteadily in the breeze
but making its stand nonetheless
driving home from work
in the middle of a plague
that’s also
how I felt
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