Monday, 20 September 2021

A recipe for cold afternoons

 Among the hours




We make our meek adjustments,

Contented with such random consolations 

As the wind deposits 

In slithered and too ample pockets 

–Chaplinesque, Hart Crane





   I just want to ask you, can I still keep that? That little thing we used to admire and wished to possess and couldn’t hold it not even close, but that tiny thing we continued trying to hug until the last day and that we weren’t able to reach. Well, now I’ve reached it; would you let me keep it?


—V🌼

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