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daisy poems Poems

retreat, reset, deja vu

Spending too much time dreaming of aurora as if I’ve already seen it

Like a fat robin picking on a bone meant for the dog

While the dog, having dropped their ball into the deep snow, keeps searching, sniffing it out as if it’s there but finding nothing

Spending too much time dreaming of aurora as if I’ve already seen it

Like a fat robin picking on a bone

While the dog, having dropped their ball into the deep snow, keeps searching, sniffing it out as if it’s there and finding something