Poem 364: 15/5/26; PENULTIMATE
It feels so weird to be thinking that this is the second-to-last poem in my year of poems!
And no surprise that, as of yesterday, my Substack has been f*!ked by an update which is causing no end of drama when it comes to posting these.
This Super New Moon is confirming endings right here…but what new beginning will come from this void? ✨️ 🌚
Penultimate
As the layers of buildings become the layers of rolling hills
And the many people become the many blades of grass
The hunger of dopamine
Becomes the steadiness of serotonin
As I make my train journey home
With love and gratitude,
Becca x