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Three Month Sentence
by Laura Lee
Three months of
little sun, closed streaked
windows to follow.
We had not
used our summer well.
We had not slept
under a June blue sky,
toes curled in fresh green.
We had not wrapped nights
in tender sighs under stars.
Our nights
were wasted in worry.
It’s midnight, love.
Let’s slip outside
find the source
of the crescent, the crickets,
the scamperers.
Let’s flee with them.
Laura Lee is a Chicago area poet, college instructor, literacy tutor, and writer. Her poetry, fiction, and nonfiction have been published in print and online journals in the US, the UK, New Zealand, India, and Greece.
For a complete list of publications, visit her website at http://lauraleewriterpoeteducator.com. Follow Laura Lee on Twitter at: https://twitter.com/LauraLe97942016.
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