for jordan on a city sidewalk

April 17th, 2019

if I think of the few times

on a lake

bouncing & savoring

whiffs of gasoline

while fans of crystalline kisses

shower the passage,

 

I can confirm the soft life—

the giving expanses—

are not where

I belong

 

but if I pound my feet onto

my rush forward, my bones

will be so sore from the city

cement

 

where ever I end up

feels like home

 

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