We Made It To The End
a cut-up poem
Published in
Jul 19, 2023
it seems impossible to me
catching my breath
the smell of dead leaves
falling one by one
dancing as they tumble
walking alone, things stay the same
the river sings me to sleep
the air has changed
and I think you and me
made it to the end
Thank you for reading — I’m still enjoying the simplicity and accessibility of cut-up poetry. This was another from the four boxes technique.
