in this thick air of the past

my windows bathe in the mornin’ sun daze

instantly brightenin’ my dusky thoughts

injectin’ a flash of comfort – bright juice

into my kaleidoscopic, clear eyes

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it feels like on a plane for the first time

I stare at the poster: blue, yellow smudge –

an advertisement of unearthly white

promise of an unforgettable feast

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words gathered from journals documented

all my past adventures and misjudgements

they don’t want be shushed with one gesture

aware of their worth in the writer’s hands

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I will arrange them all in soft phrases

once more for the sake of future dazed glare

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September 2022

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