i
run and jump
into a sea of familiar
i
splash around in it
trying to
drown out yesteryear’s
disappointments
and
i
can sense my fate in every rising goosebump
i
wonder who will hold my hand
a trip to Kroger and cutting up tomatoes
never seemed so serious
A lot of joy in this poem! I love the memory of tomato juice running down to my elbows!
Yes, JOY and comfort in the familiar🙂 Thanks for sharing that memory, Rae…… This “sharing” is what makes Lex Po Mo so special to me!
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