Joy of missing out – Ana Božičević – vengodalmare

Locus solus

I remember as when we trusted each other
We hay the possibility of a tree
It was neat to vibe like a newly discovered god
Whose places of service
Had not been imagined yet
But we tried
We said disco wood
Friend bonfires
And it was easy to spot them in the night summer air
That gathered like the perfect soundtrack
I still hear
Piped in from a small wound
In the side of my mountain
When I’m happy I know I’m in a poem

 

da Joy of missing out –
Ana Božičević

Source: Joy of missing out – Ana Božičević – vengodalmare

  1. I like this poem too much

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