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 Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window) Pocket Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Like Loading... Standard
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