7/04/2021

Hinge

If anyone ever 

felt a martyr

to the past 

it was never 

this open door.


[LSS, 7/4/21]


Garden Journal


Here are my hands 

glistening with water 

and there is the garden 

free of weeds and full 

of intentions I will 

never fully understand.


[LSS, 7/4/21]


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