NaPoWriMo #17
sleep doesn’t hold me close
this morning, it left me
hours ago–
waning in the mystic light
hovering over the flutter of
birds’ flight
I remind myself that
work of a different kind beckons
& rest will drape me in its
hold when the day
becomes lifeless & old.— A Cornered Gurl (@trEisthename) April 17, 2020
A Cornered Gurl 
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