I haven’t been

me in a while

delicate form

soaked in gauze like

sunbeams

radioactive paper waste

collecting on forest beds

star gazing passing

spines made of glass

cracking

solstice summer

coated in sea grass

memory foam

hum of locus

carved in white light

between car seats

(C) S. Lynette, 2023

“A poem can have no meaning when written but can hit those who read it to the core…”

s. lynette