poetry

one month in

one month in

one month in
Cedar arranges his pilfered blanket then states that’s sorted
Owen eats any dried meat he can
both boys down tea and fizzies
we know how long a kilometer feels
I give up on Owen wearing shorts or Cedar wearing trousers
we know crisps vs. chips without having to think
an African choir and yowling hyenas serenade us to sleep
we’re a little less American
and a bit more worldly

2 thoughts on “one month in”

  1. Mom says:

    I love both serenade sources and that you are more worldly, in the best of ways😘

  2. Mom says:

    I love both serenade sources and that you’re more worldly, in the best of ways! 😘

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