
Writing

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Yesterday
yesterday
to you i was nine years old
with a black hurley hat
that never left my head
the hat that you would take
and try to hold it far above
my reach knowing i could never get it -
The Heat
The heat was oppressive these last two days. In the house it was unnoticeable, the rooms cooled by the central air conditioning system. But something was off, you could tell.
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Moving on is for chumps
Moving on is different for everyone, and eventually, you’ll never think of them again.
Is what I hear from everyone. -
ripples
where do ripples come from
i wonder
these little
escalating things
perhaps they come from
the speed boat
a few paces out
sharp short
and jagged
or maybe
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Now That It's Summer
Now that it's summer
the museum I live almost next to always has a concert going on
sometime around 5 going to 9:30
the bass inside of my ears
as I try
and fail
to fall asleep.
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Summer Camping
It was the time of year
when it was summer
but it wasn't miserably hot
wasn't disgustingly humid
it was the perfect in-between
the Goldilocks zone of summer.
It was a double camping trip
my family