DAY 67 - MANY YEARS AGO

 

NOTE: I used a "wordle" prompt when I wrote this:

either, harrowing, marrow, grubs, thin, oath,
saw, guess, rare, march, borrow, transparent

67.

MANY YEARS AGO
When I was a girl, willow thin
and achingly transparent,  
my innocence was an oath
whispered to the wind.
I dream of those
borrowed sunlit days,
rare and golden,
the marrow
of wild blackberries
sweet on my tongue.
At night, I see
white flower petals
fluttering like moths
in the dark.
In the morning,
they're gone.

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