Garbage into flowers
Wednesday, 27 November 2024
Taller
Time rushes forward,
an unstoppable train,
smoke dissolving.
You tower above me now,
carving, moulding your singular way.
Before, you grasped my finger,
gazed, taking in all,
legs crossed in your pram,
eating the apple whole.
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