the sweet scent of oranges
warm yellow walls
her curtains were gingham
like the aprons she sewed
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there be dragons
“But it is one thing to read about dragons and another to meet them.”
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recluse
“the comfort of reclusion, the poetry of hibernation”
looking forward to a little downtime
as a stormy weekend approaches
before the age of monstrosities
when a small comfortable home
was just enough
erased
there were signs
during the summer of 1968
she couldn’t remember my name
Licht Years 