light begins to creep in behind the houses
dark strings of clouds highlight the blues
sirens squeal like romantic icons off in the distance
blocking out but not quieting the sounds of birds
silhouettes of trees stand in stark contrast to it all
and, while the gauge on the wall reads almost eighty
the moisture-less air feels cool on the soul
leaving me without regrets about my journey and
and the number of days I'll be gone, knowing,
every time I am away from here, I wish,
for a variety of reasons, I had never left...
26June2019
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