Joy Street Poetry
she taught me how to wait for things worth waiting for to fold a letter with both hands, to press a flower into the page in small rooms and long mornings, she was still I celebrate the unhurried hour, the ink-stained finger, the seal pressed like a small prayer. what she gave cannot be posted back A sealed Joy Street envelope subscribe
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