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Jun 2018
spring pressed
flowers against your body: bluebells
and lilies, yellows and greens.

you remembered the place
where the reeds thickened and
the tall grass swayed with your
heartbeat. you remembered
unravelling the sky, that
withering blue nebula,
sinking into shades of
night

        (your
petals fell into
               the dying        breeze
"I live among men and not among angels", claimed Thaddeus Stevens, that lion of a man, in justification of what he saw as an imperfect 14th Amendment.

Imperfection is what defines humanity, drives us to change. That we can feel—and that we can lose—reaffirms the beauty and subtlety of this dance we call existence.

This is for Benjamin.
Rohan P
Written by
Rohan P  M/Pacific NW
(M/Pacific NW)   
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