← BackTime to Feel SmallNaPoWriMo 6/30, After Raveena’s “Sun Don’t Leave Me”Lee SummersApr 6, 2026 · 6 min readKiss the green necks of the blades lining your Earth. Bathe in butter cups of midday light. Blind yourself with the diamond glint of dragon fly wings. Breathe as narrow as the stigma in a honey bee’s open bones, constricted as vines of wisteria strangle the power lines’ pillar purple.2SaveComment