The Viridian Moment in Time Chosen Arbitrarily
2020 March 02 · 56 words · 1 min



Give up the love that didn’t come to you.
It came in around back
where the porch doesn’t screech.

A house is a frame held in minds that lived there.
It gathers thoughts, touches; it moves on.

The sand is smooth until it’s not.
The ocean isn’t your mother;
it’s too small for that.

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