the half-empty glass
leaking rust-tinged memories
into the polished keyhole
of a closed door
stained 
with 
streaks of manipulation
frozen beneath intense sunshine
baked
   broiled
       burned  

your tender wounds
bathed 
in inexperienced light
filtered through 
a soft lace 
of magnolia blossoms
tinged with a
magical root stimulant
gingerly seeping
into untrodden soil
slowly but resolutely
nourishes lush lusty growth
and places on my mantle
a vase
     holding
        a picture 
                     of you

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