link iii, iv – the whole poem

a month passed mid-year
days of dry yellow grasses
passion’s bloom bruised

warm, a breeze blows strange freshness
remembering how to run

rare gifts found given
white roses crown the fireplace
Peace Lily flowers

life’s impossibility
when riverbeds crack upstream

A. H / K. H-H (26th July 2018)

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