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Ripple
Feb 13, 2021
scribbled on a memory
or potted like a plant:
I am bedazzled, ragged,
dazed by the sun’s romance
sunlight slants
into summer days’ sleep
dust motes gleam in the sunbeams
I keep
as primal screams seep
into splintered recollections
form into sharpened shards
while meaning schemes
to switch the scene
I try hard
to focus on what appears
or seems.