by Senna Jawa
and so is finally realizing that we are trapped in our own obsessions with money and things. THis poem made me remember where my heart is, Thank you Senna :)
Into days and lives that fly by way too fast. The first half, direct and unsentimental, but still warm, the second half more dreamy and caught in the moment. I think this should had benefited from being two separate poems.
....of all of your poems I have read. Beautiful. I think I will go get more coffee.....