ˈfekənd, ˈfē-

blue door in ft mill

We shared a fondness for the word fecund,

She taught me the definition of the word creel

And the proper pronunciation of detritus;

And now I can barely remember her eyes.


Colorful as the days can be

They always end

In black & white

And I’ve taken


To documenting them,

Mostly mornings,

In a journal named after

A pharmaceutical.


Then I sit by the flowing world,

My rod whipped out,

Closing the holes in my net

Until it’s a basket


Into which I stuff them.



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