a trip
when it's dark
and june bugs flicker
down on spanish brick
past the creeping black
pill bugs,
solitary
on concrete overhangs
the night sky purples
everything
and hugs the luminescent blue pool
slurping waves
undulating with the
movement
of my struggling
limbs
i think:
i could be anywhere
on this map,
world
the moon meets my
gaze
one-eyed
and makes up stories
for me
about the places
i've left behind.
soul searching
home
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