you looked at me
like you looked
at a holiday window
Now we don't talk
words
become
thistles
Memories
all we own
the bad smells fresh
the good, just bones
Planting sushi grass
prevent smell from spilling over
one slight bad thought
tripping over another
Time, its own slave and master
lately I've taken part
in a life changing vacation
go tell, the mountain and the river
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| Photo: Holly Lee |
