horchata

a season of eyes
bright that floats above
brow in the kitchen

constructs the flavour

of chaos and chance

wooden furniture

of aged cure

shoes

cool air refreshing renews

change and fleeting dew

spin the cycle until it ends

flying down the aisle

out of control and with delight

left as is within the night


the key is to embrace

a reminder and a future

of what you is you
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