A Turning Point In Time
I don’t remember the loneliness
taking refuge inside me
and becoming
part of my story.
I don’t remember the season
or the way the sun
lit the earth then.
But there was a man
in a car full of dogs.
He said there were
people somewhere
with free flowers.
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