Through the trees

Since I don’t taste it often enough
I tend to smother myself with fresh air,
losing my taste for concrete in the trees
where grass and moss seem to overlap
and the dying wish I have right now
is to never
have to go back home.

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About Sean O'Gorman

Spoken Word poet from Ottawa. View all posts by Sean O'Gorman

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