Monday to Sunday 04/12/23

charlie stu
Dec 4, 2023
1 min read

Those people

We don't remember who they were,

we remember who we wanted them to be.

Good, bad, or bystander,

Their failings now multiple,

their kindness manifold.

Never real,

just remembered.

Plane

A white whale breaches,

tossing itself from roiling fog,

its call shaking windows.

Our sighting ends,

no sailor yells,

and this leviathan fades,

bound for Italian skies.

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