DAY 24



forgotten things hide in
crusting sidewalks,
blowaway scarves and iced coffee
cups crumpled

                            don’t slip.

here a mitten
winter makes us forgetful and a little care

melting puddles drown
half-snuffed cigarette butts and

                            don’t fall.

there a mitten
quietly sponges
heavy and full,

the way i fill when
i think of you.

Posted by:jasmine

Jasmine is an editor, poet, and community arts organizer. She comes to poetry by way of Chinese music. This blog is a mapping of ways.

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