Monday, June 1, 2015

You make an arrival

Appear is the wrong word to use here,
an apparition at least gives way to its upcoming
upheaval. You storm into the kitchen
with bunched mint in your hand
as if you had left yesterday
and came out of memory, like a real flesh and blood
manifestation of  an old differed vision I had
I will say thank you, place the mint in the fridge
forget about the person who brought the bunched mint
till I see the greens moist with dew, next morning.

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