Half-Life Poem by Kevin Eaglesfield

Half-Life



Doorstep sunshine.
Drinking tea and supping air,
And swapping, unbeknowns.
Half dead marigolds,
Half alive maybe,
Squeezing out a little green,
Want to see September.
Blow and slump,
And slump and blow,
And rustle.
Just like me
When I was half alive.

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