The Daily Dread

Yesterday

Every night transforms 
My mouth to arid hellscape
Dreams come of cool drinks



adolescence sparked
a glowing ember now bursts
into old age flame



Now arid and barren I remember the ember I once was in September 



airy fairy dance
rising dipping floating high
catkins on the wind

 

Memories of days
When a dollar bill was crisp
Worth something then too

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