Poetry from Beth Gulley

Snow drip
washes winter memories
archived on the sidewalk

Don’t analyze
cast a spell

No room for panic
across the lake
don’t let him drown


It takes time to know a place.
In a day we lose 330 billion cells.
The new ones born 
in this new place
smell these new smells
and recognize
they belong. 

2 thoughts on “Poetry from Beth Gulley

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  2. How dare make use of spare
    yet manage to take us there;
    when am sure you are aware
    trendy is redundant repetition.

    Love it!

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