say hello to the stars
when you look up
one hour after dark
or to the furious wind
urging you forward
on a familiar dare
when you lay
on those old tattered quilts
count the yellow roses
for me
how many nestle amid
faded pink gingham
and blue ticking stripes
and if you find yourself
enfolded by morning
allow yourself
to be
© 2020 by Hannah Six
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