you forgot
flames look
like flowers
earth is changing
and you
are at a traffic-light
give color
in place of second
chance endeavor.
In her mother
she spoke softly
all of the sea.
It’s not a mellon
but a captured place
we sleep now.
Why are there
now no longer
footed pajamas?
Cryptic sleep
talking of antique
typewriter key stroked.
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