Lillie’s night scent grows –
Time-bound in a vase ~ for moths –
Almost immortal.
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Clouds pass, waves below –
Always moving ~ a child’s breath –
Never repeated.
New shop: sells marbles –
Nervous look ~ a pioneer ~
So much passed since then.
Dum-dum round, perhaps –
Or a flattened ricochet ~
Promise unfulfilled.
For which mad fucker –
Did we fight so hard, so long?
My boys, in the snow.
Leafy storm decides –
Which trees to bring down ~ also –
Which seeds to scatter.
The coolest T-shirt –
Twenty years old ~ has just ripped –
Cooler than ever…
