illa smoke and warming sun
like a rasta blanket
where’d everyone go
streets desolate like yesterday
in Boston alone under clouds
dodging sunshine letting it creep
into every dark corner
when the world turns negative
light it up positive
every minute counts
time stands still and skips ahead
and at times will even float
a bit as thoughts fade and reappear
so much becomes clear
and all the moving forward
will be done without fear…
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