Frayed and Lost

Slow-brewed mornings

On edge of dawn

Toasted laughters

Walk through tomato patch

Smell of hibiscus, tickling marigold

Pinwheel jasmine

And a sip of chorus from birds

Old soul music that used to be new

Maybe a round of hide-and-seek too. 

An afternoon nap

A scoop and half of melting summer

Stroll the dusty paths  

A distant mountain that was near

The fire in its belly hazily clear

Songs and charades in evenings

Ursa major, Orion, telescope sightings

Homework and stories

A dinner that the soul cherished 

Now the day begins at night

Planned but no plan in sight

Mornings vanish*

Evenings crash 

Afternoon missed for nothing

Lost in paper-cut scars

Night screams and shrieks 

For absent stars

A flower growing... in a field of wars.

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