You:
so many years of Spring
after so many winter seasons
Day 117, 2023 (our wedding anniversary)
You:
so many years of Spring
after so many winter seasons
You:
so many years of Spring
after so many winter seasons
the dirty river runs its course
under crisp slice of moon:
my pipe bowl glows, a new sun
for a universe to be born
and then return to ash

all quiet / cool morning
for now the unnatural tense energy spent
nothing remains but trace trash / me