April 4: #NaPoMo

An old blanket

worn and raveled,

threads dull and tattered.

Four decades ago

we shared a dorm twin,

this bright covering.

And now, despite its scars,

maybe because of them,

I cannot let it go.

Tonight, as I curl up

in this blanket once again,

it feels like the first time.

 

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3 thoughts on “April 4: #NaPoMo

  1. Julie, glad you are back writing (or at least posting) poetry. I enjoy it so much. I still have some towels from my dorm days at USD. They bring back memories on many levels.

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