She is 22 going on
23
tucked into
her grandpa’s sweatshirt
opening a bag of hot Cheetos
under leaves
who color Fall’s sky
with fire
she chews on how
life
changes…
sometimes,
she chases his memory
as if it were a scarf the wind has snatched
and run down the street with
other times,
she let’s the sun kiss the nape of her neck
Nice poem Kaw
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Thanks Ben:)
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Idyllic memories !
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Good evening Orville:) upon rising I see your encouraging comments… thanks for that!…. may u arise to the sun creeping around the corner of clouds ( at least a little bit 😉 tomorrow 🙂
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Thank you Kae for such a lovely thought!
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🙂
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