ephemeral ancestors

second day of february

and she’d already dreamt of her


there, by the river,

draped in her rubies and pearls

standing in socks with a cupful of tea,

i wonder if i’ll ever see her again

her sadness the hero i saw

when i drew her in tie dye, in crayon

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