Secret Ingredients
Absolution
alone at the bar-
a campari and soda
by a full ashtray
–
neon lights-
my reflection in
an empty glass
neglect
the screen door askew-
on the dead oak a tire swing
full of autumn leaves
–
a rusted bike-
through the spokes
foxtails grow
Catharsis
the sins of the past-
mixed with the cooling ashes
from the evening fire
–
dragonflies-
old misdeeds cast
upon the water
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