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

NorthEast

I found a baby somewhere deep in the woods.
Hidden in the crannies of a tree while my brain slept.
Everything shut off except the sun rising through the trunks.
I saw it and tried to run.
I knew I couldn't close my eyes,
because I let the words back up inside me for too long.
Pen to paper.
Paper to pencil.
Where are the notes in the margins of my books?
I lost them.
But I don't think I've lost it.
How do I make time for the important things....
I found a baby somewhere deep in the woods and cried to forget him.
I felt I couldn't remember how ink spread anymore.
What's gone is gone anyway.

7/4/2017
Riley Welch

1911

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