The Sad Side of Spring Emily Kendal Frey Share via Facebook Share via Twitter Copy link to clipboard Share via text message Next to the ocean I know I am dying Early this morning The adjoining wall of our dreams Collapsed When I drive through A forest I don’t stop Come back to the city Smeared and nothing Gets it off I don’t intend To know who I am Ocean, pulsing white pith Don’t be sad If someone dies They saw it coming At least a beat before you did // No tether to my bloom The root hung I...
