POEM OF THE DAY
March 27
Asleep in the car
after lullabied miles,
the distinct curves of your steep hill,
like your mother’s voice,
wake you up and
tell your body that you are finally safe.
Asleep in the car
after lullabied miles,
the distinct curves of your steep hill,
like your mother’s voice,
wake you up and
tell your body that you are finally safe.