Tagged: warm

carrying only

you arrived in new

you arrived in new
york city from somewhere warm,
argentina, asked

us to take you to bubble
tea – we left footprints in the snow
.
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on the last day of

on the last day of
november, it’s near sixty
degrees fahrenheit,

autumn pauses its camouflage
unsure of which way to turn
.
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hearts that stick it out

it’s how dad rises

it’s how dad rises
before daybreak to flush out
the cold water from

the pipes for us – so that we
never have to stop dreaming
.
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november is a

november is a
knot tied at the end
of a teabag filled
with loose leaves from
home, steeping
those mended years
.
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waking to

with a solid

with a solid
cup of coffee
warming your
hands, the grass
is always
greener on
this side
.
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by six-thirty, the sun

by six-thirty, the sun
has long
set, but the streets
are coolly
lit
by the stray
lamp,
headlights,
and the reflection
glancing off
tumbling leaves
and the city’s
unabashed litter
.
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