Tagged: youth

when we were young, we’d

when we were young, we’d
pretend to be one another’s
echoes, however

imprecisely carried out,
cushioned by resounding laughter
.
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art is life is art –

art is life is art –
mom’s gladiolus in the
dining room, drying

and curling, subjected to a
child’s science experiment
.
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the first step towards

two months in, mashi

mom and dad shuttle

mom and dad shuttle
the loom back and forth across the
fabric of our youth,

adolescence, adulthood – a
selvage against unravelings
.
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every joint is an

every joint is an
imminent reminder of
our fragility –

we swing our legs over the edge,
one of our knees is crackling
.
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bringing a taste of

bringing a taste of
youth home is
likely more
delicious than
reality, less delicious
than memory
.
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even chickens know

twin dogwood trees in

on holidays, we

on holidays, we
would make french
toast
, exercise
freedom in the
kitchen, testing
out our skills in
cracking eggs,
cutting straight
lines with a
spatula, flipping
at the edge of
almost burnt
.
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