when the fog clears we creep back into the garden
watch birds eat wettened crumbs. softly leaves fall
each year mist falls an anniversary physically fed
on sleep we meet
.
&
you are gone & you are gone
again
no parallel lines
when the fog clears we creep back into the garden
watch birds eat wettened crumbs. softly leaves fall
each year mist falls an anniversary physically fed
on sleep we meet
.
&
you are gone & you are gone
again
no parallel lines