What's the message here, folks? Definitely, some force wants our attention. Grabbing onto our eyes with fervor. I think it's patience for the process. The unfolding. The unseen & unseen. How did this sky-display influence breakfast? Or the writing of the poem? If I were a novelist, I would lean into suspense. I'm not; I'll stay rooted to the non sequitur.
Off into another weather where the lineage resides
ReplyDeleteA tall tale told by uncles, Kodak pictures, and a hope
The myths of families must be upheld
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So much resides in their retelling