Nov 24, 20222 min read

🌞 Harvest 🌞

i was going to post this entire caption on IG but apparently i'm long-winded can a boy be prolific in Peace, please? anyway, bestie, i'm leaving this for my biographer

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Harvest ———FALL———

Soul

A year ago today an old friend invited me to his family's thanksgiving

Mahjong He played jazz guitar sweetly in my left ear and whispered strategies into the long forgotten secret of our proximity Green suede case He lent me his dad’s guitar

———WINTER———

Healing I played it for hours and hours and hours Deconstructing sounds into spirits Sinking beneath my formal education for something more scintillating The unrefined unrefined muse within the muse

———SPRING———

Wishes He moved

And took with him my first harvest Into the street, we shared music on the dark open breeze of his front porch

Horses This is not that guitar But the Seed of it’s Fruit ———SUMMER———

Showers A new friend brought two guitars to our camping trip We played into the sinking night

Sealing My first North American camping trip I played it for hours and hours and hours Soaking the Earth and finding myself buried within Her Memories Dawn “You can keep that guitar if you want” he offered Down

Gift

Before I could get it home

'She Broke My G String' There’s a separate quite odd, quite funny story about how Collapsing Something convoluted about this and that and that and this Planting and gardening and harvesting Hours and hours and hours ———FALL———

*in a thick French accent

Lemur