June 2022
Bio Note: Hello! I am a writer and educator seeking an audience for my ever-growing surplus of poetic meanderings. I hoard my previous published writing, links to publications, and additional information on my website: ironandsulfur.com. Check it out! I am grateful to anyone who reads my work and in awe of those willing to share it.
Song
we spoke
music
my strings
his hands
we mourned
together
in song
sprawled our
sadness
in sonata
it
wasn’t
love
it was
a friend
wrapped
in minuet
a tender
tune easily
forgotten
he was
the
composer
I was
the
instrument
©2022 Katrina Kaye
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