But I’m feeling the need to post again. . .silly girl that I am.

So I’ll post the poem I’ve written. . .and just share a moment of my life. . .

THEY BROKE THE MOLD

she can walk among the . . .merely. . .trailing tips and train through soot and sand. . .sullying sweetness just for the glory of texture in the cream. . .

and it won’t mean a thing ten days hence. . .

eventually, she’ll return. . .pondering her precious smudges. . .brushing them onto pages to press into the fossils of her future. . .

may not make sense. . .to anyone who’s reading, or still looks for Lola. . .but there it is.

Kisses to all of you