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Rain has leveled off and
the ground is certifiably spongy.
The sky is Goya blue with
tawny borders, as if on gallery exhibit.
Light tires quicker everyday.

The rest of the country will
soon face cooler winds.
Is it warm in the peripheral world?
In the south, the temperature is
frizzy hot. You may recall when

I was a billboard buzzing
in self-interest: escape to paradise.
But caution lights in my head
are softening.
I want to ask you these sorts:

Are you getting along?
See, the electrical wire is tripping.
I recall your hands clumped
with battles won, you would slip
them in my pockets as vouchers

to dismiss reservations.
Our tempest swallowed
the ink of cultural margins.
We stood stark and silent
while nuts and bolts wheeled.

I was my best when
centered in your eyes:
prisms no mirror could contain.
These days I’m a ghost in human drag
while memory burns the whiskey.