Hot Cheetos


She is 22 going on 

23

tucked into 

her grandpa’s sweatshirt 

opening a bag of hot Cheetos

 under leaves 

who color Fall’s sky

with fire

she chews on how 

life 

changes…

sometimes,

she chases his memory 

as if it were a scarf the wind has snatched 

and run down the street with

other times, 

she let’s the sun kiss the nape of her neck

6 comments

    • Good evening Orville:) upon rising I see your encouraging comments… thanks for that!…. may u arise to the sun creeping around the corner of clouds ( at least a little bit 😉 tomorrow 🙂

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