Thursday, May 19, 2016

We receive new names

The first time I heard my name turn into summer,
dropping the vowels and extending with breath the nights
I let them, new names can bring better fortune to old spirits
What's a letter or two dropped?
I have made it this far, my name will be a medal on my chest

Full poem published on Visual Verse, read the rest here.

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