for a project

what would you miss

stuck in space

and i think

the flowers in concrete

apple trees

that place in the backyard where the sunshine filters through trees

and rain

and swimming

and swings

and poetry

and whitman

and tennyson

This notebook

with few regrets

and many things

that i can't remember

or don't remember

often enough

like big sweaters




and creeks

but i simply



and move on

but no one

realizes the

power i put in that one word


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