dismantle

from a work-in-progress: “process not a journey” (38)

seed pods drift destroying

the dandelion’s soft unity

days slip past and I remember

less and less who I have become

.

I too am pulled apart

as memory’s long strands float

away like red silk scarves

on a late winter’s wind

(March 19, 2020)

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