Thursday, July 20, 2023

Harvest moon, draft no. 2

Don’t think me boastful or blind

If I say one of my sins is

not knowing how to be unkind

when to say enough is enough

thinking every man’s cross is mine to take up


I think

It’s time to go to bed

Good night


God, all I wanted to do my whole life was write

I wish you hadn’t bunched your visits all in one night

That’s not quite what I think Mary said

When you came

I think I will dream about her visit again