he remembers
sitting on the beach
staring at the Atlantic
blue
sun at his back
an
insignificance never matched
a realization
that time
and time again
he is letting his
passive attitude
ruin his
adventurous
imagination
remembers the chest high
brick wall
elbows perched like
some sort of
bird
blowing smoke
turning and
seeing the muse relaxed
he remembers
doubting himself
unable to
understand
how his thought
brought
this one passed
his sunken eyes
through a
screen and glass
his reality suddenly
becomes the beauty
of the moment
wanting to hold it longer
too soon taking
a left at the train tracks
he remembers a
journey home
in driving rain
where the mind wouldn’t stop
wouldn’t let
him sleep
the tower view
has become the back of a hand
not as
interesting as he inhales
more thoughts
in the dark at two a.m.…
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