abundance - overflow

sinking in nostalgia and thinking about summers in my hometown

honed by my hometown
home to little homes cramped on a hill
the moon shines on the fourth house
the maiden features features well-loved through generations

we ride the same sound waves
the same songs stuck in our heads
(stuck in the past)
in an attempt to move closer
(I have no concrete memory of us)
I build a book and build a shelf
sew a dress and wear an obnoxious ring

much has changed, though many remain
we walk the same streets and
love the same persons
order the same siopao and mami
and eat the same berries and
touch the same bamboo
(swans have taken over the sailboats)

my idea of paradise has jams, cinnamon rolls, root beer floats, and banana splits
that only now exist in dreams
(love exists beyond extinction)
blue, pink, yellow birds sing outside
our window pane
a free concert to a sold-out feeling,
promised free to only a chosen few
(lucky us)

split me open
lay the picnic blanket down
sit with destiny and nostalgia in silence
taste the air of days to come
and days gone by
never gone, no goodbyes
just hellos and familiar smiles we know
sheer love and abundance that overflows.

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Written in haste, overflowing with abundance,

From the 2023 archives,

Eula xx