elise morris

dear world, 

Your lettering
comes in waves. Your appetite for air,

water makes me think about the color
yellow and the absence of the color. 

A full moon floods the plane. A full moon
kicks a stone across dry dirt.

A flower finds itself anyway.
I never found myself
even when everyone says
I am. Calm and pensive.



[image: Elise Morris]

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