Of bonds
broken
becoming
anew
over food
Over time
change makes
whole
smaller
us
bigger
Big
we may be
though
the pinks of
bougainvillea
know
What
we don't
when the
sun sets
and the
last pigeon flies
I will be glad
you are here.
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