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The City
The city has always held me in its arms.
Softly, like a mother does to a child.
At the edge of daylight,
I gaze out over a balcony
and call each structure by name.
My eyes track its movements, -
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Jump
The roof turned into the sky.
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I Lost My Hat
My hat loved the wind dearly.
My hat was infatuated with wind.
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Where Did All the Money Go?
The electricity went first. Then, water.
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In which a woman and world burn
“The emotional toll of wildfires can be profound, leaving scars that linger long after the flames have been extinguished.” — Jennifer Balch
Loves
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Camp
Summer is delirious days
we are packed
on a bus
for days of adventures
mountain biking
then swimming.
We will jump off cliffs
into rivers
flip-flopping through the air
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Uncle Sam. (Fourth of July)
How do I celebrate?
How do I cheer
with masses of people?
How do I celebrate freedom,
knowing only half of me was set free today?
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