Tagged: wanderlust
we fill our pockets
we fill our pockets
with music before stepping
out, hearts on the brink
.
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riding home on the
riding home on the
7-train, sunset over
manhattan – you, me, we
.
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from across Grant
from across Grant
Avenue, you called
to me – it’s Monday
morning, the streets
are empty, and i am
a stranger, ready
to return home
.
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it takes some sort of
on the departure
on the departure
before the departure, there
are no seat belts to
fasten, only a freedom
so vast, there’s room for longing
.
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across the open
across the open
road, look for that wild streak to
bring you safely home
.
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we were all strangers
we were all strangers
once – for the brave,
the opportunity comes
more often –
a combination
of fear and
joy, a malleable
unease
to forge into
laughter
.
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