PoetrySummer Begins in Whitestone, New York (a haiku) summer rains, stars rise — taking the long way home I am mugged by fireflies and if I die before I learn to speak / can money pay for all the days I lived awake / but half asleep? Share!Share Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on X (Opens in new window) X Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on Pocket (Opens in new window) Pocket Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Like Loading... Standard
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