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kindly browse our current collection of dreams, feelings & experiences at your leisure

collection of poetry written by Pots
cloud cover park, the book, in progress

p o l i t i c a l

At some point,
we traded oaths for contracts
&
began to mistake appearances for integrity.

We continued to teach reading and writing,
but lacked proper communication.

Tempers are matched, flaring and outrageous,
what is there left of graciousness?

Glory mistaken for effort will
never make things better
&
burying histories can only
maintain what you have defined as treasure.

Your resources will run dry
&
dust will come for the terrain
you have collected by many errors.

The invisible crown that you embellish
is crumbling
&
there is nothing you wish to do to make it better?

12 july 2o24, potsivmin

s a n d y . i n . m y . c h e e k s

she misses
foggy mornings,
the sweet, sweet
salted, sticky air

&

taking the longer way to a home filled with love,
despite the trouble of tourists
for the peace found by prayer on the strand
or
the simple magic of toes in the sand

&

taking the longest way to work a job she thoroughly enjoyed
despite definitely, maybe, but probably running

late
late
late

genuinely,
most especially,
she longs for
just how easily it was to love
&
mostly just how swiftly
she grew to love

&

how deeply
she truly loves
that sweet, sticky sand
that had evermore
became the glitter that adorned her life
by the bay

4 july 2o24, potsivmin