Boston state of mind (a poem)

Boston State of mind

Walking through a neighborhood I've never been here before The streets aren't familiar Far from home, the wind is different It picks up a different dust The newspaper headlines sleep on drains leaves move through under the gates The sun almost sets But the cars roll on,

the scent of dinner fills the aie The singing crows and sound of evening work shoes Hoping I'll find a bus stop A station, a taxi soon but I'm also kinda hoping I don't I like this kind of lost, where I have time to be in it Time to not know where I am I like these strange, crooked houses And the way the light lands on my hands My state of mind traveling through Boston.

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Waterfowl

long ago

you hid my soul

we were just kids, racing in the snow

the wind keeps on coming, adding to the rust

i see it now, where i was supposed to go,

it's not where I am

i get it now but it's not too late

it's never too late

to go where I want to go.

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