a single red beet
will make the broth of our soup
a lovely color
will make the broth of our soup
a lovely color
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rare moments in time
that I want to remember fading photographs it comes into view the city grows and changes never the same place ice cracks on the lake
the sound carries on the wind a stranger's footsteps scrambling and packing
spilling late into the night imminent travel a good pair of boots
if you keep up the leather will last a dog's age transitions begin
at the moment it occurs to you that they will memories return
when there's a shift in weather or glimmer of light prisms in a row
like birds on the windowsill casting rainbows 'round perhaps too easy
instant gratification no longer wanting my soul is filled with
an insatiable hunger it's never enough |
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June 2014
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