one foot in front of the other no destination
born again… the old water pump now a planter
even in this heat you find a way to flower abelia
in my shadow I find traces of the dad bod
so happy to hear from you again cicada
cooling myself in the sound of a sprinkler
playing peekaboo before bed full moon
As always, thank you for reading.
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