We stayed up all night watching shooting stars,And for the life of me I can’t recall your names.A story smoothed as wounds that leave no scars,A perfect picture lost without a frame.You might have been there, Amy, was it you?At one point, Andrew, you were surely, there,When at the end we sped down 42,Right throughContinueContinue reading “Unlost, Unfound”
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First Flight – another Friday Sonnet
Here’s a sonnet trying to capture a moment and make it more than it was, and exactly what it was. It was with a bird, of course. Happy Friday!
