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- While Always Having Loved
A squeezed orange colored the sky.Vinyl scratches. The scent of evergreen fading to exhaust pipe, the one tied up by a wire hanger. I bought my first car at 19. Thursday evenings at YJ’s for Pad Tai, followed by a walk around the four corners of Westport. Portland by my side. Scales of a piano, [...]
- A door soon to close
I opened a door
Lit a candle on
the third match
Shuffled my way through
caution and boxes of summer clothes
Each day I hold hands
with insecurity
Like a tarp stretched
between two buildings
My candle casting
blue shadows on places I might
have gone, blessings
I could have spoken
I find laughter
at the end of each city block
My stride widens
Taking flight Hope
Up here, [...]
