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daisy poems Poems

Desire lines and the traffic light system of friendly conversation


green, amber, red


-Are you well, though?

-I’m well.


-Good

-Are you,

well, though?


-No, I’m different now. A
falling leaf
but never landing


-You should talk to someone.


-I am. Talking. To. You. Now.


-Good

I am an island, I am small

-Good to go!

I’m over here