*respite -- an earned relief from the stunning grind--a grind which, in itself, isn't all bad...it has its lights, its glittering sensations, a half smile in the dark.
but then, the cracks begin to show.
and when it's over, and you're holding a paper flower, you can see: it is the evening of our own day.
some seem to hold
the memory of a black market love,
remind me.
photo by nic dunn
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