after the follow up

of each hours a new day

the third way through the year

responds in a different way

as the eyes taste a familiar direction

the sweet of a flower like never seen before

like the only mustard seed you want to explore

The honey that can make a nice sauce better

the seed that sprouts up a favorite reminder

no place as strong today when before

each morning was a struggle forevermore

you know that pepper was what I wanted to show you

it’s all true

you don’t call me back when I call you

jump in the water with me

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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