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Listening to Wind
It is September, yet
I can still hear the beach.
The sea moves and swells;
it tumbles to the shore,
dusts itself off,
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I think my parents deserve to be happy.
They deserve to laugh and sit on the floor and coo over babies.
They deserve to talk in a language I don’t understand.
They deserve to look at each other with love.
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Providence
Sweat gathers everywhere as
I climb the golden pavement.
The known ways, the known faces
are waves in the sound.
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Strangers
Strangers
are the closest companions.
You take a shot
and I let it go.
You say I’m pretty
and I let it go.
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Everything Fades
The ocean is swallowing the sun.
Loves
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Rain Running
My watch did not enjoy my run in the rain.
This morning before the other humans had stirred,
I woke to the ringing of an alarm that was not my own,
and saw the irresistible rain.
Now my watch doesn't tell the date.
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you already know summer
you've felt
the brambles and sweat,
the curl of berry-stained lips.
you've seen
the cornflower sky stolen
by a red-orange river,
the evening still thick
with lightning bugs and laughter.
