sifting the junk drawer for lost words ~
passing time only to worry the years deplete at both ends ~
ice peeled the shingles away you said I seemed a bit flat ~
Lovely January morning! fearing the end will not delay it ~
my tongue burning then biting it dining with the fire breather ~
wet-envelope-chocolate-scented plastic doll the waxing moon my avalanche ~
this dark place… ~
I’ll transmit the ache of my heart… ~
listen (listen) a baritone vibration… ~
Original poem for May 22nd, 2022. Poetry complimented by a unique and beautiful photo.
