so close
to the edge
but i breathe s l o w
because
b
e
l
o
w
there is peace
a stranger in the form of
f o g
it’s lapping at my toes
a dog on its last day
eager to play
but unable to-
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
so close
to the edge
but i breathe s l o w
because
b
e
l
o
w
there is peace
a stranger in the form of
f o g
it’s lapping at my toes
a dog on its last day
eager to play
but unable to-