Signal lost, signal found
March 5, 2025
field of noise, a flickering face
A thousand old channels
hiss—
Just me in the meadow, legs in the grass,
Watching my life drift slowly past.
I sit with myself, the skin, the bones.
tuned to the comfort, this frequency of mine alone
Signal lost, signal found
March 5, 2025
field of noise, a flickering face
March 5, 2025
March 5, 2025
A thousand old channels
hiss—
Just me in the meadow, legs in the grass,
Watching my life drift slowly past.
Just me in the meadow, legs in the grass,
Watching my life drift slowly past.
I sit with myself, the skin, the bones.
tuned to the comfort, this frequency of mine alone
©2025 yvonnedoll
©2025 yvonnedoll