cool
wet,
interlocking chains,
held beneath
cool
wet
interlocking fingers,

Seated, on thick rubber,
kicking woodchips with absent-minded abandon.
places, phases
chapters in life,
locations
are warped by memory
of years of self produced propaganda
Reinforced bad days by added gloomy weather.

On reminiscing, music disappears - lost sounds dim and smell rises.
Of food and sweat and soap and sunscreen
of petrakor
the smell of rain on dust.