afternoon thoughts

i sat in that faded blue chair, watching the sun come up over the

poplars that grew in the backyard.

she said they grew fast.

she yawned.

curled her feet around each other.

he looked like a hurricane.

it's funny what you remember at 2:00 in the afternoon

on a sunday in january.

when the snow is deep enough to drown in

and the world is the color

of roses

that are dead.

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