i get my want from my father.
i want days to become memories
i want summer rain and strange beetles
i want to meet an old man on the street
and get advice from him and never see him again.
i want to collect experiences
like rain water falling in a glass
left out on the porch after a barbecue
i spent next to my father, smiling.
i get my hope from my mother.
i hope one day i'll be far from here.
i hope one day my tears become a Goddess
clear as water, broken as mother.
i hope love sings a silver song
in skies too far to see above
that lulls my sources back together.
i want, i hope, for unity and peace.
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the veiled lady/hailstones between my teeth
Poetrythere is nothing out there there is nothing beyond this here this is it *** 12/16/23 first book of poetry there is nothing beyond