it dies of blemishes, of atrophy, of exhaustion …

Left on the table

In the kitchen with

Too many windows,

The air thickens,



Puts one in a salty mood.

In time a white patch will appear,

Then the mold sets in … green.

No one notices.

From within, around the seed,

The heart.

There is decay

From being ignored.

On the wall the clock ticks

Closer to indifference.



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