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The sun is a strange acidic-shade-of-pink
and metallic waves of shimmering heat obscure the asphalt –
all I can do is sleep.
Scorched air – from the concrete sidewalks below, floats –
through the open window.
A constant-thump-of-rap vibrates the floor
and filters into my dreams.
Garam masala and saffron rice –
fresh falafel and Hare Krishna beans –
escape street vendors
to invade my afternoon nap.
The rosemary, basil, sage, mint,
coaxed into existence on the kitchen ledge
may fight this battle bravely –
but they will lose the war.
and metallic waves of shimmering heat obscure the asphalt –
all I can do is sleep.
Scorched air – from the concrete sidewalks below, floats –
through the open window.
A constant-thump-of-rap vibrates the floor
and filters into my dreams.
Garam masala and saffron rice –
fresh falafel and Hare Krishna beans –
escape street vendors
to invade my afternoon nap.
The rosemary, basil, sage, mint,
coaxed into existence on the kitchen ledge
may fight this battle bravely –
but they will lose the war.
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The Horizons
I just can't do it on my own
The weight on my shoulders is
Pushing me further underwater
We had a good thing going
But I couldn't pull you from the smoke
And the fire is growing out of control
I'm a firm believer that you can't
Truly hate someone until you've loved them
I miss you, it's the shameful truth
But no matter what I do
I hate you
Best friends meant you were my life vest at sea
We kept each other afloat amidst the waves
The horizon burned with potential
The beauty of it left me dazed
So delusional, I couldn't see
When you inhaled the flame
And exhaled the rain
All around me
Now that my life vest is gone
It's time I learn to swim o
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Haikuwrimo 1
winter's child with a
summer glow, the seasons were
combed into you hair
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but the stars are too loud to hear them
it's a summer night again. i think
it has been a million years since i lived
through a summer night.
everything is so much louder in summer,
the windows thrown wide and the whole world
shouting, echoing up from the street,
and that screaming aching space between the window pane
and my heart, where
the late scent of lilacs
burrowed, where your hands clawed at the glass
and i let you in
with the breeze and the laughing
cinquefoil faces.
where is the dull neglectable roar,
washed away in the sweet tides of everything blooming,
new colors crying out for the stars
to fall on their petals,
and lift them up,
and let them in
to the bleak brightness
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Your first summer in the city is a transformative experience, especially at the end of July. This particular summer is seared in my brain; there aren't many events I remember, just endless sensory overload. Heat amplifies everything. Six college students in an un-air-conditioned 2 bedroom flat on the edge of Brooklyn's Park Slope neighborhood. Wild times!
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It is often life's little moments that make some of the best poetry. Lovely piece.
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