What sweet hope drips through the cracks
of this mildew-growing late, cold day,
and resurrects a flow of golden memories
falling through the arthritic fingers
of today? Impressionistic sunshine
filtering through barren boughs
weaves a tapestry of mirages,
and the unwilling, morose, mind blooms
like algae in Baltic Sea in summer.
04.05.2022
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