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lk ode Aug 2020
Oh how the clock ticks on
the future becomes the past
and nothing changes
lk ode Aug 2020
Brave little nomad,
this uncharted, no mans’ land will be yours soon enough.
Keep trekking,
little explorer—
for the world extends far beyond your road maps
*Gladys is my childhood dog. This was written after her passing.
lk ode Aug 2020
Heavy baggage turned deadweight,
stowing away, clinging on—
down, down, down— we both shall sink
The tighter we clutch, the farther we fall
tense tendons and crooked insecurities leaving us
at the bottom
lk ode Aug 2020
One of the saddest tragedies of life
is when we down a poison,
thinking it an elixir.
lk ode Aug 2020
the soundtrack of san francisco
is pale gold and lush green
car horns
lk ode Aug 2020
we pressed our scents
       into those unholy sheets
                                 like flowers
                                          in a book
  Aug 2020 lk ode
Ezra Pound
The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.
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