Decompression
Some unknown component
of memory amplifies it more
intense. The wintry battlefield,
before I deleted my cannon.
Shark attack, red ribbons.
Gorilla teeth. Trouble then,
but this is now. A rare calm
afternoon. Summer heat
knocked on my door. She
had comfortable energy. Her
aura emanated mellow.
I accepted her how I would
an old friend. Timing can be
a weapon, it can also be a
lifeline. Rain spat this
morning, so our outing
included muddy leather
boots. She led the way.
We swallowed amazing air.
Stayed relatively dry.
Trip was full of sound.
Nature’s jazz. Woods
I already knew. Mystical and
million colors. Lemon light,
baby blue blanket, gingerbread
wrinkles, emerald leaves. We
arrived at the side of a flowing
creek. World’s smallest
waterfall. No dialogue appeared.
We simply digested reflection.
A chance to see a perfect
vision. Our few moments
to regenerate.