Tagged: grow

in the golden haze

in the golden haze
of summer, memories grow
sticky, require a

good douse, only to get even
stickier shortly thereafter
.
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as long as you and

as long as you and
i still wish
for entirely
different things,
there will
be enough
room to grow, maybe
even flourish
.
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y

at the end of the

at the end of the
day, i might come over for
coffee, you’ll knock on
the door for
a hammer, we will
exchange all
of the familiar
things without
touching the places
that are sore
.
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all this time, we hold

because dad had our

(for dad)

because dad had our
backs, we were free to explore,
become strong, grow wings
.
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azaleas and

azaleas and
begonias, spider
plants and
chrysanthemums –
mom taught them
their names
and just
let them grow
.
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not knowing whether

not knowing whether
we have it in us or not
and still trying is

perhaps farther than we could
have imagined traveling
.
20200419:1522
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perhaps there will be

perhaps there will be
vegetables we
will never
grow into,
regardless
of how long we
stay on the vine
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: vegetables

you sound like my mom

outside of collecting

outside of collecting
the seeds, planting,
watering, growing,
pruning, nurturing,
fending off diseases,
harvesting, picking,
and storing the
apples ourselves,
yes, we made our
pie from scratch,
like every red-
blooded american should
.
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