QED

poesy

Peridot

shadows walkabout in pairs reluctant
some crowd near an open flame to dry.
the aroma of yesterday’s meal
ignites memories of mother baking bread outside,
hands caked with dough turning
north
south
her many smiles reaching out to the heavens
accompanied by
guitar strumming
and drums
crackling courtesy of Max Roach.
a bamboo paradise, some days a sandy depression.

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