Locked memory loops
The Turtle KeeperEmerged from the pain cave andCalls me his mother
Father? Where art thou?
All locks seem frail and hollow.
All keys quickly snapped.
The rain pelts your faceShe wants mem’ries of this placeYou honor her grace
Kali is four now,I think — where is time…
My family treeAnd a money tree are closeTo growing apart
here we go again,
making merry, family,