Peace to Her

Whispers wash over her like waves
a closet with the light on
blue like the middle of the ocean
on a sunny day. The
tea
whistles
and the house settles
as she settles her thoughts.

Good Night, Mom

She pours her tea
as her feet shuffle
against the floorboards

She’s art I tell ya,
a masterpiece.

Saschia Johnson

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