Oleander

Fantasies and ambition
roll on to the spirit
A tongue
leading to
mental holograms
or imagined phantoms.
Ghosts under the blanket
and sometimes
we rest here awhile.
or die under white fabric.
In the wake of the oleander,
we were too oblivious to realize the effort was optional.

 

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