Shelf Life of Sunshine
Shelf life of lights
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A thoughtful commentary on the shelf-life of sunshine
flares up on the kitchen; here her quick hands have been
getting pickled and spicy, with each turns of time she’s spent.
Days are, of course, growing thin; like her little family
which has been unfastening. Son has gone to the town;
his dad has lost appetite; the vegetable patch’ve dried.
She looks at the brown cat, it seems to attain bodhi.
The salty air teases her hair, unknotted it.
“You look great.” The wind’s accent, slightly slurry, comes inside.
It reminds her of youth, insouciant, innocent.
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