growing over decades, two-ish
we then begin
decaying over a lifetime, unknown
of maintenances of denial of regret
I sat a moment with a book just now
the stillness, calm, quiet
of a Sunday morning with a sleeping dog
growing over decades, two-ish
we then begin
decaying over a lifetime, unknown
of maintenances of denial of regret
I sat a moment with a book just now
the stillness, calm, quiet
of a Sunday morning with a sleeping dog
