Spring Nemophelia

Humidity in the marrow and the promise of a lifetime.

Our steps scattered—

etched into the pavement of a place once called a dream.

The seaside garden was heaven, or the closest thing to it:

Blue hills dissolving into sky through the horizon’s mouth beaming

chrome,

While its hymn spilled onto the ocean super bloom

We were taken care of.

The now is only silence,

but when the memories rest in our bones

and the streets forget our names,

the hills will birth more flowers,

All is full of hope.
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