mother’s tongue
They never asked. Are you okay? When sky felt blue. Day was grey And sun, hot tempered. Pressures brain, quashing questions
Read Moreagainst the flow
Every year dragging time Nature laughs vengefully Gravity sent to do her bidding No stopping the fall unto the grave
Read Moreold gardeners
Getting on Dry roots out desire Weed wants away the wilt Soft stalks, dry beds A field of has-beens Yesterday’s blossoms
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