Maybe Greater Than Milwaukee

Maybe bones or flowers blooming in bruised anthems
Small spaces tight and dark, an immense
Landscape mountains and Yellowstone geysers,

It’s been a while
A handwritten letter dated
What felt like yesterday still
Sometimes feels like today
If the light shines comme il faut

Birthday parties as sapling trees
Growth as flowing rivers or brick and mortar
City architecture I’ve been trying to remember
The internal geography of you
Without much success, distance has limited sight
Restricted language to the tip of this tongue,
Knowing just
Who you were, it can only be assumed
That whatever you are
Now is far more magnificent than a beating heart

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Author: Montana Svoboda

I'm a genderless poet currently living in Central Michigan where I attend college for Environmental Science and English. Nature's some cool shit, frisbee's a neat activity, fountain pens are best pens, Latakia for life, coffee and tea keep these gears turning.

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