Yesterday, was a revelation
I saw the world unfurl in a moment
of nationalism and cartoons,
and mosquitoes in the cedars
still all I think of is you
The sun shines brightly
like helen's flower in my garden
the rotted out stump in the backyard
with toadstools growing out of it
reminds me of your old worn shoes
at the back door
and a piece of my heart
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