[Fe Lamou]
-the life
is a taste
of
honeysuckle,
a likeness
of you-
-be quiet
and drive,
pull over
at our
nearest convenience,
follow the
path never
trekked,
then double-back
to where
we started,
on a path
unfamiliar
-that’s how
it begins,
a beginning,
spinning,
a farfetched
in-hand sketch,
where two
bodies bare
bear witness
to chance
continuum-
-from [UnderStudies]
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