Nightwalking

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I returned 

to my hometown 

summertime 

nights quiet for walking

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the pines are black

the sky is luminescent

deep blue

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    s t r i n g  l i g h t s  a b o v e

                  h a y 

                  bales 

    on the downtown sidewalk

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it’s only me 

on the streets

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me and one cowboy

long past midnight

we smile at each other

on our separate ways

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the apartment     I am outside

of a stranger

I stay for awhile

then leave

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I walk the ridge

above the quiet rodeo

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glass 

towers

pastel 

pink 

in the 

sunrise

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Springsteen

in simple prose 

admits to misogyny 

and psychological bullying

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Then he sings The River

and the river glows

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I cry with a fistful of the 

rich man’s poor white t-shirt

It feels like enough

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the sun sets

a b o v e  t h e  c l o u d s 

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G O L D E N

G O D S

C U M U L O N I M B U S 

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I  b r e a t h e  i n  e x p a n d i n g  w i t h  t h e   g  l  o  w  o  f   h   e   a   v    e   n

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when I pour hot tea

my mug changes colour

from violet to rose

and I wander 

the monastery at dusk

to the rhythm of Harmonia