Time drips in sensual decay as
I ponder
beneath cerulean sky,
breathing in scent
of grenadine
and mint. I bid myself focus
on
what lay ahead, but oh taste of
guacamole
grilled cheese spoke
otherwise.

Asudden, wind blew, as though
offering a
kiss. I remind myself
to cherish salad
days that there
is (plenty) of time
to amend my
ways.

 

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