what we choose to recall
... where the stone wall once stood / a patch of wild daisies
Photograph by Peter James
Friday, June 26, 2020
Tuesday, June 9, 2020
A Flower For My Hair
strange how you came to mind
only to read of your passing the very next day
remember that summer we ran for
the bus as they threatened to leave without us
you'd stopped to pick a flower for my hair
our laughter, the dandelion safely tucked behind my ear
Photograph by Martin Stranka
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