The Saga of the Lost Journal
You are my tree of life, little journal.
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1 min readSep 6, 2019
I left you
in the child seat
that folds out with a clang
from the front of the shopping
cart.
Like a child, forlorn,
lost, and abandoned,
you turned red in the heat
your cover bent from the pen
stored safely inside of your middle.