Truly Grateful for all that be
Laurels of My Life
By Tyler Lucas Mobley
Could rest all day on laurels of my life
lounge in the safe of my memory bank
my personal theatre replaying the hits.
Heart runs over savory to the last drop
scent of black forest, all those passing
eyes, fish-headed accordion serenades
baguettes become saber for all to see
taken by surprise at giant faceless babies,
that photo I’ll never see, crossing the
Bosphorus with an American girl under
each arm, my lap would know Sri Lankan
that same week, the tremble of her touch
on that beach in Mexico, washed my feet on
holy ground, blind to what others see, felt it
all going my way, brushed noses with what
goes without saying, walked home after a
Tokyo pub crawl, watched the sunrise in
your eyes always remember what they said.
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