Denise R. Weuve

Ink Damage and Other Permanent Stains

Insomnia, My Love

What writers do when they cannot sleep

Sunflower

I know sadness

it is the willow tree unable to weep
the Sycamore unable to molt

the sunflower unable to turn its head toward God
dew frozen mid drip as it was escaping the leaf

It is this bed, tonight

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