Experiencing and remembering
focus, “What’s on your mind?”
style?, relationships? or the freedom that has passed?
replaced, I couldn’t get away from the distance of your human touch.
The fifties promises photos as it speeds to
iconic streets to find you again and capture all the details:
bleeding, reminding angels of familiarity.
You re-define the hand: racing, loving to know distance. Like ballads of the
past, no true blend
NaPoWriMo – 17th April
a Dada Poem