Honey Moon

Someday, I'll be your wife.
But today, I warn
With a serrated knife
In a deserted town.

What kind of life
Of strive and strife
Lays out before us?
An empty chorus.

The war is over.
Now grows the clover
Through sidewalk cracks.
Still watch our backs

Yet surely saunter.
The past might haunt her.
The future's promise,
Outstretched and ominous.

Clean up
And change our clothes.
Leave old uniforms
Once worn by those

Old constructs
On poster walls.
Wooden soldiers,
Porcelein dolls

Hold hands
And squeeze with trust.
Moving forward,
We know we must

Embrace the future
From out of dust.
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Today and every,
Brand new start
Making tracks
Tll death we part.


6/26/25
Zone S3 E1