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on   breath   breeze

tufts of dandelion    

                         s c a t t e r

each   a tendril wish

that he'd come to find me


though   in dog-eared dream

bound by night's hardcover

he slips through my o u t s t r e t c h e d hand


adrift upon my longing

his back turned

he leaves without saying

                                        h e l l o

published in Snapdragon Journal, Spring 2021

Andria Hill -- poet, singer, songwriter -- shares with us that writing is her healing. She makes her home in Los Angeles, California.

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