BREAKING BLOOM
Blue chambray button-up/
tiny white anchors on repeat,
plucked off store rack
with puzzled urgency,
worn days straight, even slept in.
Toward the end of its run
(been weeks since I last
wrapped it around),
I sat beside a mountain lake.
Whether to do with setting sun
(an angle, that magenta),
dusk-drunk insects, or
something else entirely
isn’t clear; but life’s motion—
wave of mid-decision—
stilled, leaving me with sense of
settling in, taking root,
breaking bloom.
--me [happy (re)engagement, babe!]
<3
ReplyDeleteOoo...the line "dusk drunk insects." I need it for my collection. Dig the "litter looks worn" from the first. (Brought back pictures of downtown L.A.)
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