Monday, October 26, 2020

~Stories~


I want

To be laying

On the sweet grass


Daisies in

Hushed darkness

Tiny lights

Slanted line

Up the hill


Such a

Beautiful moment

The night flutters

And I can hear

Distant laughter


I tell you

The air smells normal

Maybe I’m freaking out

But the air

Finally smells

Fresh and cold


Sometimes you

Don’t know the value

Of a moment

Until it becomes

A memory


The best stories

Are hidden among windows

That remain

In silky 

And quiet tones

Soothing chocolate

Seems to hang

In the air

The good stories

Are always

The hard ones

                                                ~Sarah Mahina Calvello

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