day, light, savings
there's a new sun!
that's always lost then found, in the one-hour less
always forgetful at how threadbare my sweaters,
and cold, unreached by heat
the one-week left:
Mercy, by name and trade.
this, the second stroll,
for the living girl who only walks once.
that's always lost then found, in the one-hour less
always forgetful at how threadbare my sweaters,
and cold, unreached by heat
the one-week left:
Mercy, by name and trade.
this, the second stroll,
for the living girl who only walks once.