Crisp morning sun
rising over the meadow’s haze
highlighting silken strings strewn lightly
zigzagging across the wooden pavilion
built for mornings like this.
Built for This
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Crisp morning sun
rising over the meadow’s haze
highlighting silken strings strewn lightly
zigzagging across the wooden pavilion
built for mornings like this.
everyone peered
with sin
in their eyes
last minute connection
turned lasting friendship
assumption of lies
to full disclosure
Sometimes I think of you.
When filing a tub with bubbles
from travel-sized shampoo
in a hotel on Lake Montegue.
Drinking rum when it should be whiskey,
because I don’t want to think of you.