after July 29th & things felt in-between

now, he looks like a withered lavender
letting go of its leaves in pain.
perhaps, the sun stays defiant to haze

it stays for no penny.

he reminisced their togetherness, like stubborn gum
from a chopped oil bean tree

which got lost in the tired hands of a swayed
nylon, leaving greetings to passing neon-eyed-gods.