Riley welch is a poet from texas living in Denver. She posts three original poems a week. 


So now it’s July
and the hot summer
moved past slow
maybe pick pocketed
it took something
I can’t put name to
yet but I do hear.
Feel. Like it knew
I would miss it.
Clever, That I
wouldn’t know
what it was,
but feels its absence


Silver and tan and red and later, yellow

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