beyond all
measurable time-stained
fingers brushing
soft slick teardrops
from your face
you say you
find southern shores
nurturing tasting
as they do
of salted sweetness
creamy as jonquils
nodding in
spring-laced groves
and so you go
in ever-smaller pieces
(c) 2019, by Hannah Six
Image: reginafloyd/Pixabay
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