at the end of the season you once again lose all your friends

supposed to go to
bike park? supposed
to walk up mountain?
supposed to revel in
unhindered sun?

all attempts at
contact unheeded.

window open curtain
closed. listen to
people talk people
who cannot possibly
respond.

all attempts at
contact unheeded.

with the exchange
rate, it’s only
around
one hundred and thirty
five foreign dollars.
you get an
hour. that will
have to be
enough.

all attempts at
contact unheeded.


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poetry of place. words in service of the wordless.

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