6/11
A happy birthday
Someone entering thirty
The youthful image.
6/10
When Hugh woke me up
After the five day absence
He filled me with home.
6/9
The closer we got
The further away sadness
Dots along a road.
6/8
My mother driving
Along ancient history
Some old memories.
6/7
My face clean tingles
My pores open, breathing light
All shiny and fresh
The HOA really hates us, I think.
3 days ago
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