Moms
A labyrinth of poetry
Reading every letter
Hometown roads and bridges
Moms are supposed to make things better
Better, better than what? Then air and water and dreams?
Goodnight steaming laundry
Little baby screams
Yonder with your birch trees
Fading in the back
Taking all that’s granted
Howling in the black
Reading every letter
Hometown roads and bridges
Moms are supposed to make things better
Better, better than what? Then air and water and dreams?
Goodnight steaming laundry
Little baby screams
Yonder with your birch trees
Fading in the back
Taking all that’s granted
Howling in the black
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