Southampton, 13th of May.

Southampton, 13th of May.

 

Over the shoulders of other men,
the snow falls in spring.

 

Blossoms jump ship to enjoy the sun.

 

The glare from a branded window
stares back at you,
snares your thoughts
and snarls.


It seems fitting on today
of all days, that
the 13th, molds you for life.

 

Even I, the most uneducated,
can compose, fully blown, symphonies;
randomly pressing keys.
They just so happen.


These words just so happen
to fall on this page
on this day, of all days.
May 13th.

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