Tipon & Maria
From porous debris, our house, rebuilding renais-
sance. Tiny streets, part wisdom, a long path, mar-
riage? Tipon & Maria, name, family, familiarity. Roasted
peanuts, to some. We need a small document, in time.
She knows, our work, labor of love. Poetry and poems,
under the tree, what was first and second. Thrid time too,
agreeing, too many times. Years, dissolving moments
of delay, to be or not reversed. Nay, Aye, indecisive, yes-
terday. We love the howling of the owl, renaissance or
nostalgia. From porous debris, home is best and kindest.
Mar 9, 2019
Mar 9, 2019 at 6:15 PM UTC
Tipon & Maria
From porous debris, our house, rebuilding renais-
sance. Tiny streets, part wisdom, a long path, mar-
riage? Tipon & Maria, name, family, familiarity. Roasted
peanuts, to some. We need a small document, in time.
She knows, our work, labor of love. Poetry and poems,
under the tree, what was first and second. Thrid time too,
agreeing, too many times. Years, dissolving moments
of delay, to be or not reversed. Nay, Aye, indecisive, yes-
terday. We love the howling of the owl, renaissance or
nostalgia. From porous debris, home is best and kindest.
Tipon & Maria, March 2019.
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