Turn 


Hate pings off

desert heat waves

and so…

gathering memories amidst 

falling scrapnel

i turn 

my hard shell back

towards 

grey pellets…

and squeeze 

my eyes 

shut,

huddle in falling leaves

’til

Clematis vines and twines around me,

‘and my nose trusts 

the smell of honey again

slowly 

my eyes open 

to blue skies and swallows and doves and

once again 

i look for

love 

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