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it was the tree of
white flowers

you played ghost
behind each
summer,

midst breezy rustles
and the ice cream
truck’s

carny jangle,

you with your
brain freeze,

‘hind the tree of
white flowers that
stands where
no longer..

++++

for me still frozen,
breath baited year
round for lost
summers.

Grumpy Gorman
igram: https://www.instagram.com/grumpygorman/?hl=

image adapted from painting by Julian Merrow-Smith at – https://shiftinglight.com/about/

..bummer.