I discovered my family coat of arms.
Coughed so hard it shook the ground, since then I feel, my lungs are bound to your tinctures, your strains that render me euphoric in my left & right brains
the man and his donkey cart loaded with watermelons
Prague, I spent a month with you and your medieval spires, your Jewish Quarter that meant living space not one-fourth of the city
A plateau spills over with translucent hues Breathe the essence, and slash the glassy dandelions