Monday, September 13, 2021

Wish by Susan Isla Tepper

Stomach bile rises to my throat
burning soft tissue 
all these long months
stretching to years.
A yawn that will not stop
weakening my resolve.
Where are the hard truths.
Everyone seems to have
escaped merrily
to places I can’t begin 
to find on a map.
A simple wish: to stumble upon
velvety green grass 
under a tall spreading tree.




Susan Isla Tepper is a twenty years published writer in all genres. Her current project is an Off-Broadway Play on the subject of art and life.





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