somewhere in new zealand with a bowl of pasta

for a friend

i picture you some days – a utensil in one hand and your cheek

in the other, gazing somewhere in the distance as your

fork twirls endless endless spirals in the 

red white checkered bowl you found that morning,

just waiting in the cabinet for something, maybe you

maybe not

maybe avocados or oil or something

maybe not, maybe it wanted what you put in it, what

you wanted,

maybe it wanted the pasta and mushrooms that taste to you of home and someday –

this is how i picture you some days.

image of green lilac bushes with white lilac flowers standing against a bright blue sky

OverTheRainbow

VT

12 years old

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