a collection of moments: nothing grand or forced.
just soft, slightly askew truths of ordinary days — witnessed
27 March 2026: 06:43
Two pigeons.
A sharp rap to the skull,
feathers drifting.
Love’s old, foolish arithmetic.
© MB 2026

a collection of moments: nothing grand or forced.
just soft, slightly askew truths of ordinary days — witnessed
27 March 2026: 06:43
Two pigeons.
A sharp rap to the skull,
feathers drifting.
Love’s old, foolish arithmetic.
© MB 2026
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