fish and chips
with a former friend —
autumn deluge
through cloud, smoke
and a grubby window —
Glasgow’s morning sun
fish and chips
with a former friend —
autumn deluge
through cloud, smoke
and a grubby window —
Glasgow’s morning sun
connecting flights
we wave goodbye
to our luggage
touching each other
the first time —
rough draft
with patience
I just might
pomegranate
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