Decaying in jungles

Around me a decline
in birdsong and butterflies.
The sky binge watches
TV most of the day.
And the moon dresses
in a white suit.
Guitar in hand and singing
“Nobody knows the trouble I’ve seen”
It is easy to forget the time or day.
But the ocean calls to me.
A heart line shaped in your love
“Come with me and spend
the night, what else is there?”.
And blossoms swirl
down to caress my face.
The simple wisdom of a cherry tree.
Such a small thing to show
you have not forgotten.


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