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11/11/16
9:25pm
What to say I don’t know! Sitting here. Swirling lines. Do I want to connect? Pen to paper all that stream of consciousness. Free form. How do we make these connections with each other? We try and try. Learning to relate. To know the other side. …
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Sometimes I pause in the night,
looking up to see the moon,
between buildings and imagine
the desert. Chill and silent.
Only my knowing of the night
with me besides the light
of the moon and the smell
of something sweet. Pine Nuts.
I don’t know why. I haven’t
been there to know the smell.
That’s just what I imagine,
as I pass the between space
of the buildings; and the moon
slides away to the city lights.
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