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Boy From Districts
I asked where he was from.
“The Districts.”
Body language betrays words
nimble fingers drum upon leather dashboards,
softly singing beneath his breath.
We were singing unto God
(we don’t believe in God)
and unto one another.
Rain etched the window;
cars stagnant in traffic;
District boy drenched
from a walk in the square.
Talk of cosmic conventions
and fabrications
overlap
as the hours intertwine;
suddenly disrupted by the flood flashing
outside.
He tells me more:
a hot air balloon
and hiking through Patagonia.
He likes to climb things.
Why?
“Because the view is better up there.”
He wants to fly;
become an eagle-
if only he could.
I’ve been telling tales;
stories of hair lost in the night
and how kids nowadays
aren’t living right.
A million dollars worth of faith,
and we’re living together;
a cottage near the woods
where the air is full of strings
and we dance and move
(to those fifteen bee stings).
Have you written those letters yet?
Or how about the poem for today?
“We can mail them out
to my mountain friend.”
The post office closed
forty five minutes ago.
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