Saturday, September 23


Everything is too sad
reviving dreams I once dreamed like a child
gardens and hikes and basket lunches
have turned into flavorless melon cups
in scrubbed auditoriums
all the good I wanted to do
split into two, thrown back into the sea
my friends have abandoned me
and my feet are moving
but I'm not going anywhere.

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