Distance Avails Not

This could be the start of something. I have that feeling,

 

now.

My uncle has died

 

and I’m running out of people

to look up to. I crossed the bridge

 

to Brooklyn.

The narrow streets of Brooklyn.

 

Was five minutes late to the carousel

but was happy to walk alone.

 

Tom said I was going the wrong way

so I turned around and walked with him.

 

I wanted to ask questions

about long poems but didn’t.

 

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now.

 

I’m running out of people

 

 

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2 thoughts on “Distance Avails Not

  1. Tom!

    I like going walking ten miles in the wrong fricking direction with you talking about poetry.

    And when my watch stops.

    Like

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