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cottonwood trees
what are my bleary eyes
glazed over by the pollen
of the cottonwood trees
and the ever-shining sun
such is june, i suppose
no one to see it through
in these bustling streets
there is not enough time
to take in the breathing
shared by all of the birds
to watch them make nests
for if i do, i will miss my bus
and i can't miss graduation
like missing the birth
of a repeating summer
i can watch bees pollinate
flowers sometime in july
but i will need to get a job
glazed over by the pollen
of the cottonwood trees
and the ever-shining sun
such is june, i suppose
no one to see it through
in these bustling streets
there is not enough time
to take in the breathing
shared by all of the birds
to watch them make nests
for if i do, i will miss my bus
and i can't miss graduation
like missing the birth
of a repeating summer
i can watch bees pollinate
flowers sometime in july
but i will need to get a job
Published 29th Jul 2023
Author's Note
hello, it's been a while since i posted anything. i can't say my life has been particularly busy so i don't have any excuses other than feeling uninspired and a little lost in the sense of direction when it comes to my artistic journey. i'm sure i will build a devoted path for myself eventually, just needed to take a break.
this song was no inspiration or even a song i played while writing this poem, but i have been listening to it a lot lately and i really like it. i hope to use it as inspiration in the future.
song of the day: cupids trick by elliott smith.
Copyright © 2023 by Mila Throat.
this song was no inspiration or even a song i played while writing this poem, but i have been listening to it a lot lately and i really like it. i hope to use it as inspiration in the future.
song of the day: cupids trick by elliott smith.
Copyright © 2023 by Mila Throat.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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