Daydream Poetry: Lopsided Honeycombs
- Gina Greenlee, Author
- May 24
- 1 min read
It is mine to fold blue rage onto itself,
silken weeds live with icy green.
Lopsided honeycombs in skin folds.
How they bring back memories of
lotus flowers in Vietnam
when my father was still alive.
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