a misty morning maze covers
my mind as peering off I do,
recollections of times before
when all was well and
all was relatively new...
early seasonal showers
cleanse my thoughts and
those of associates who dare
to stand before me in the
halls of my memories...
warm salutations of an
insincere kind float through
air like ashes from a forest
fire nearby... glancing into
the dessert when no trees
can survive, wondering of
the culprit who, by now,
is long gone into those
persistent fantasies that
haunt my lingering life.
August 29, 2024
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