dangerous compassions

I call you / from the comet's cradle

Sunday, February 28, 2016

sweet

Tomorrow we go home. Goodbye to the dog, the mom, the dad. Goodbye to the ocean and its breezes. Goodbye to fruit flies and the backyard crow. Neat neighborhood with no broken glass or empty lots at all.  No dead pigeons or even live pigeons!  Sure is another world here. 

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