Remembering that lost photograph
of the dark blue dress, thinking about
the silken pajamas, all good for my poetry,
and beautiful torment for my mind,
no art without some suffering,
no art without letting mind wander
free from leash now and then, but
these last two months my imagination
has galloped free from reins,
a wild thing out of the rider's control.
03.08.2024
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