FROZEN POETRY
Why I Can’t Find My Father
Tricky trees
Published in
Apr 10, 2024
I dig through snow
with frozen fingers.
Branches scratch
words in the sky.
Don’t bother.
We touched
the ground
and stole
his grave.
published in Dark Entries Journal
I dig through snow
with frozen fingers.
Branches scratch
words in the sky.
Don’t bother.
We touched
the ground
and stole
his grave.
published in Dark Entries Journal
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