8.1.12 Afternoon

standard rain drops plummet down

the old caress of concrete

embedded in memory

(there is a fire in a park outside the city beneath the bench in the soil)

something emblazoned across the mind,

like a scar buried under legal bound


(we fell in love in that flame within the camera you stole)

Coming home

in some way

other submissions by GreenRiver

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