2019 • NEW YEARS WRIT • 2020

When you were 20
When you are 30;

When you just recently
revisited your mother’s houseplant
alive longer than you
by a good decade;

When you’re newly fallen
for a new fable;

When the slowcooker
in the background while
images of redblood sun in

When you find that
thrones don’t come with rear
view mirrors;

When you’re filled with love
to bursting
when you know not the words;
when you keep coming back to naïve melody;

When now;

When the sound of crows
in chorus and the dryer

When the glowing sun of a
rightful dynasty is nigh;

When there’s plenty work to do.

Now magic and clear.

Thank you. I love you.


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