Parading

Down Sally Cow Lane and Elsewhere

It’s okay if you can’t imagine

spring. Sleep through the alarm
spring. Sleep through the alarm
spring. Sleep through the alarm
of the world. Name your hopelessness
of the world. Name your hopelessness
a quiet hollow, a place you go
a quiet hollow, a place you go
to heal, a den you dug, —Andrea Gibson
to heal, a den you dug,
—Andrea Gibson

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