the trail
lined by wild daisies
wanders past your old house
and where
we used to pick blackberries
where i'd let the thorns scratch me up
and we'd laugh
the tea-stained map
rolled up in my old messenger bag
marks our spots
where we'd hide the dowsing rods
and secret messages;
the road full of switchbacks and the
hill steep
and the path a circle;
a leviathan with its tail in its teeth;
and you holding my hand
and dragging me further
into the thorned bushes-
do you remember that?
Mar 22
Mar 22, 2026 at 8:27 PM UTC
the trail
lined by wild daisies
wanders past your old house
and where
we used to pick blackberries
where i'd let the thorns scratch me up
and we'd laugh
the tea-stained map
rolled up in my old messenger bag
marks our spots
where we'd hide the dowsing rods
and secret messages;
the road full of switchbacks and the
hill steep
and the path a circle;
a leviathan with its tail in its teeth;
and you holding my hand
and dragging me further
into the thorned bushes-
do you remember that?
