Alphabet City

Long ago she talked about talking
in present tenses

God, how I miss that,
how deep my yearn

no one nowadays is

so many adults,
so fucking mature

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There is too much shadow in the open field, 
awry, amiss, no sign of the shadowed, 
when I turn my back, will it be gone

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Is it brighter nearer or
darker farther, or 
are they one the same?

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Earliest cuneiform, sacred symbols, feminine eyes, cradled star babies, translates roughly 
to peek-a-boo!

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I would feed from her palm,
fronds and seeds mostly,
respite - a chaw of Godly green

for the soul, to partake,
to lap the cold run
water 

refreshing, the brighter suns,
the most forgotten days 
I’ve known, yet

neatly abandoned,
an old house
on a dune

faded blue
sanded, salty by 
water, it’s nature

its tears
reappear

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And just like that,
you’re there

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A billion faces search
but only two find

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The bonds become more fragile, fleeting, precious, more loved

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She doesn’t grow the relationship, it all sort of comes predefined

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I wish
you knew
how much
I missed
you here 
in the rain 

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