mother & son

committing that shade of peppermint green

and the smile the elderly viet-looking woman shot me to memory.

was it one of consensus or sweet mischief?

i hope the latter.

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mother & son, figures cutting the rain.

mother & son, clamoring for different smokes.

too darn cute, too darn nude.

i should have stared.

i would have committed more.

but i couldn't dissociate.

because what a fine scene,

that's fit only on a silver screen.

that shade of peppermint green,

i will remember you since.

if only the golf didnt pull up as determined,

i would have sowed more of the handsome air building and growing.