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Arrayed in summer-flower colors,
water bottles at the ready, they’re two abreast,
a group of six in ritual procession
down the sidewalk.

Driving west in the global north,
endlessly heading downhill.
Down, down to the flat bottomlands,
rich with place names designed to be aspirational –
Elyria, Avalon –
where trailers sprout like chickweed
among the corn.

if we’ve left pieces of ourselves boarding the train to
places that never stuck
how long until we forget how it felt
to hold that ticket

What a nice looking young lady coming up the street Is his reaction as he sees out the window by his desk A girl make her way across his view, two stories down. Am I being patronizing, he wonders, to label her so? Or...

“But her husband, I’ve no use for him at all,” Mother stated
When I was eleven and instantly I wanted to step
To the side of that imagined clown with his horrid cigar

And you? Will you go back to the coves and short notes, the fruit seasons?
Ask another Phoebe or Niki how deeply they loved and lost extravagantly?

Don’t know
how I ambled
down narrow basement steps
moon smiling over the Rockies
to pray

Her hair cascades
from a slim barrette,
her smoke dancing
to the ache of a minor key.

Your thousand secret selves
live in this room,
hidden in plain sight: