Brett Fletcher Lauer

The Feelings of Loss, Like Tiny Droplets, Do Gradually Accumulate


By nightfall god bless the wind raking
across day. The Japanese lantern
sways & burns without help. The black
goldfish does not understand much
or at all. The night is powered by jasmine.
The water does not wake. By nightfall
god bless the crossbeams. By nightfall
I have not grown since.


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