Tagged: tendrils

things we leave unsaid

things we leave unsaid
sprout tendrils, winding their way
around suitable

hosts, a cellular invasion,
a parasite of memory
.
20160728:0723
y

lost things have

lost things have
a tendency
to grow
tendrils, dense
and unrestrained.
at a glance, it appears
superfluous, like
a tinseled wreath
of quarreling
afterthoughts,
but any Darwinian
understands the
clever adaptation
for getting
caught, for
succumbing to
memory’s hedge
.
20121216:1244
y