And even though we were arguing, I was thankful
she took the time to remark at how clean I had gotten the lawn chairs

remember me, this sun, the melody
sounds like breathe

one day I find
the years are all behind me

arpeggios
run
like buffalo

trickle

up and down
my arm
where I’m

home

home again
I like

to be here

on
my knee

awash in
incantations

Chagall 2017

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