sister, i know
the road of not quite thereness
feels endless today.
and all the words for grey
are piling up on the floor,
with the empty paper coffee cups
and unopened mail.
i want this poem to be brighter
so here, let’s add a lamppost.
meet me back here later
and we’ll light it.

photo and poem by katherine ferrier ©2017


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