Again
Feb 22, 2026
I miss the simple days
Of sniffing tobacco cane
what I thought was lame
Kept me going for summer days.
Swallow’s chirp from afar
I’ve heard that one before.
With rustles of wind like passing cars,
All a melody in a single bar.
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A pleasant groove next to me
in my center vision; all I see.
In the periphery a gleaming sea,
No, riverwater with gentle weed.
Swinging my legs like when we were young
How sweet those days of fun.
My back hunched for none,
I straighten — lifting off that ton.
A good right never ceases
to leave us in our ill-made creases.
For what is my life to be,
That, day by day, I will see.
