Filled in memory
She had taken me back
As our trees branched
I would only sit
In placing
Before leaving
Time cured the hour
Her wines leapt off
Returning skins
And barreled laugh
Holding, mother's
Blast
Filled in memory
She had taken me back
As our trees branched
I would only sit
In placing
Before leaving
Time cured the hour
Her wines leapt off
Returning skins
And barreled laugh
Holding, mother's
Blast