when the mist licks your skin as you walk
this morning, or skateboard, or run
my thoughts are for your safety always
and you will find me poised, awaiting
your return and you'll feel no different
because this small presence surrounds you
like a holy ghost, lay with me
YOU ARE READING
"happy" poetry
Poetryinstead of the full challenge since i am lazy i give you these crappy poems, sarah
