at one with the sea
who will remember the days
on the road
trying to get somewhere
a bridge from nowhere
leads to someone else’s stories
told & untold & retold again
at some point
I’ll remember not the last time
giving birth
it’s an unending cycle
the perennial rose
seemingly dead for decades
comes back to life
on a whim
meanwhile a little dirt
& a pithy memo
float freely inside a bottle
january two thousand twenty-two
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