[wordplay]

2010.
this life is but a
poor sweet fragile child
his memory is short
pure white
the moon
spooky straws and spilled margaritas
it is an amazing transition
(and) love is for saps
blossoms thrive, sun shines
I find myself
I pleaded
I'm back to my old antics
it's so sad how strong and sure I feel
softer now, slower now