Apr 2018
yesterday, she
woke to the waving of
the grass
—bitter, golden,
lovable—
and she swept
the ridges and crests with
sunsets and understanding
like a feeling
of waving, waving
away.
woke to the waving of
the grass
—bitter, golden,
lovable—
and she swept
the ridges and crests with
sunsets and understanding
like a feeling
of waving, waving
away.
on a rainy day, the smell of lemongrass is like the warmth of your memory.
