all of the places I knew in childhood
even the ones which made me sad.
it is vases of lily – orange pollen
sticky, and ruinous of cotton dresses.
raised voices and early bedtimes,
late nights, waiting for her dark eyes to return.
it is the time I have passed
with you – sunflower majesty –
empty fields to roam,
to hold your hand.
it is the river and train tracks,
the sirens and silence.
it is the flock of brown geese
waking me each morning,
with loud love in their feathered breasts
guiding their own to rest.
Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2021
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