Come sit with me here
Among the Nissaka tea
Brimming with Kindness
It is these moments of pause
Why we walk the Tokaido
Category: Poetry
Carved in sequoia,
Our initials drawn within,
A heart still sappy,
Or was that a fantasy,
Of a sixteen year old fool?
Born from silver clouds
And kissed with golden light
Drip by drop they fall
Cool and clear and colorless
For those lacking perspective
Why is it harder
To put my pen to paper
This year is still cursed
Fuck you year twenty-twenty
I am so done with your shit
A new ritual
Woven into my being
Like a small French braid
Picking up another strand
Held into place with love and care
Do you recall
Beneath a saintly mountain
The Burrow-like house?
We wam in both pools of light
And cool water crystal blue
What a crazy life
A life filled with such hatred
And yet just outside
A sunset so beautiful
It almost makes me forget
You two make me smile
Without reservation
So much so it hurts
Tonight’s suspicions confirmed
Ice cream is best served with friends
An unadorned box
Marked only with a seven
Unwrapped together
Curious above all else
What joys lie hidden beneath
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