Anew

I’ve faded a bit this year

some fire left as smoke

laughter left as a joke
braiding my three wrongs into a whip and hoping it stings right

I’ve faded a bit this year

haltingly read haltingly remembered purpose has flowered into

a meaningless flower

not even meant for love or friendship just a dainty thing to last a day bruised by breath

discarded as touched so here I stand impetuous green stems and leaves afield waving my glorious capless head and calling for the bees

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