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It probably makes little sense to anyone
Jun. 9th, 2024 08:52 pmIt's always a mix - as it should be of poison and wine - even when I'm lost.
All of life, the mix of tears and laughter
given to us, so that we know each
in the contrast of opposition
of that which puts us together
* * *
On warm days, the dusty attic smell swirls around the yard. It's a mix of asphalt shingling, felt-paper, plywood, forgotten Christmas decorations, and long-yellowed newspaper. All of these are somehow linked to me, some of which I have nearly forgotten, but still remind and draw me home.
All of life, the mix of tears and laughter
given to us, so that we know each
in the contrast of opposition
of that which puts us together
* * *
On warm days, the dusty attic smell swirls around the yard. It's a mix of asphalt shingling, felt-paper, plywood, forgotten Christmas decorations, and long-yellowed newspaper. All of these are somehow linked to me, some of which I have nearly forgotten, but still remind and draw me home.
