I was just a kid when Dad bought the Four Pines Motel. He called it a "diamond in the rough," but I couldn't see much promise in the shabby building with the mint green paint peeling off the siding ... [+]
the crispy edges etched into
lotus flowers,
silver teardrops that fall
arrows sharp
the sweet dreams of youth
I wait to seek you
so now I present to you,
I long to remember