I CAME TO THE CITY, PART 4; BOY SO BLUE

  Sitting in a park in Paris, France as kids climb trees they’ll soon outgrow and birds busy their feathers in a dance of freedom we’ll never know. I fall through your thoughts as someone tickles strings on cords too distant to be discovered and wonder where you sat; on the orange carpet caressed by […]

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BONNETS AND BURDENS

  We should dance, he said, as she passed, Dropping the shovel with one hand, taking His hat with the other, sun bleached And straw weaved, but there’s no music, She answered, but there’s no one watching, He replied to the crimson cheeks Of her porcelain face, neath a crimson bonnet And he reached for […]

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