Big Triku ‘Helping at a Show’

Alone, I walked the

empty halls – stopped by a view

of the cold grey sea.

~

And I found friends inside, and

people flowed in in swelling tides with

voices as warm as summer.

~

I might know what such

days can be, if I let them

rise to memory.

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