The Rowhouse

 

twenty years under one rock.

the moss of home

collected around our treasures

and cabinets too full to hold our medical histories

 

i was searching

for my ticket across the sea

just patiently checking the mail each day for an o-kay

 

when suddenly

my life stood still

like the feeling of

looking up at

our tree outside

 

only just

realizing

it was forest tall

 

– Jessica Redmiles, 2nd Place in Poetry