Thursday, August 11, 2016
2016
A non-swimmer in the shallow
Envious as you ripple through
Grey green waves, emerging
At the other end.
You remember her as someone full of life.
Two years. That's your memory of her.
Three words.
Full of life.
The words shrivel.
Fruit estranged from tree
On a hot day.
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