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Home to home
Some crowds, an evening of quiet anticipation
Different but the same, spacious grounds
Unexpected heat, concerted efforts
Narrative quilts, town to town
A new face, power restored
Sharper than a shark fin
Game for anything
Walk along wishes
Familiar faces
A new home
A goodbye
Melancholy in Paradise
It started with a small crash
Possibly louder than the waves crashing.
Engulfing the sand,
Ocean remains mesmerizing.
Time doesn't stand still
Even for royalty,
Even for nature.
Unforgiving winds and hovering clouds,
A scenic sight of never ending green.
Ringing the sacred bell,
Finding an uneasy solace.
Seek a wholehearted enthusiasm
For the shows they put on.
Retelling of secrets,
Resplendent views.
A flow of water after another.
Where to, how to
Cockroach came back
Again on the stairs
It was never anyone’s fault.
Gyoza to miso
Almost closing time
It was someone’s need.
Right foot for up and down
Like the first day of school and
It was the everything moment.
Ode to Joy
The age old question of
What changed, what didn’t change.
That one move when
Everything got better.
A stillness that
Felt too fast.
Rewind to a moment 17 years ago
But it can’t be done.
It was left behind
For a good reason.
Daylight come and we want go home.
A violin, a buddy,
A vacuum, a book,
A voice, a bus,
A vision, a belief.
Yes, the baggage was worth it.
No, we don’t have to worry too much.
Yes, it can start raining even if it has been a while.
No, movies can’t be shortened.
Yes, every cover of Stand by Me will get me.
No, we don’t have to climb the rock.
Yes, you can have butterflies in your stomach while looking for butterflies.
No, shoes don’t stay forever expanded because bigger feet wore them.
Yes, you can watch half of a movie and still be fine.
No, we didn’t need to worry about changing the locks.
Yes, pool can go on forever.
No, you can’t play foosball without the ball.
Whey they offer to watch a movie, I prepare to stay awake for a few hours.
When they offer tea, I prepare to stay awake for most of the night.
Either way, I have a chance to listen to roosters crowing.
Desolate enormity
Rose colored glasses
Locked arms and unlocked secrets
With all the appreciation.
Sleep all day and feel lost
Without the caution.
Comedy knows no bounds
Neither does stupidity.
All the the colors of the rainbow
Except for the patch with no lights.
Revisit the first night
Since it will be the last.
Opposite of dawn
Personify wind and hear the woodwinds
Which games are worth playing?
Careless whispers from a sunset lover
Those few days
5 days, 40 hours.
Half of my 2x2 matrix.
Was the baggage worth it?
Past the peaks and find out my almost twin has found the other half.
Not all superheroes wear capes.
Not all capes can be traveled to and seen in a lifetime.
Not all lifetimes can be captured in museums.
The God of Loss. The God of Small Things. He left no footprints in the sand, no ripples in water, no image in mirrors.
Arundhati Roy
Five sisters
Five sisters are having a nice day at home.
Lisa is baking cookies.
Michelle is playing chess.
Jennifer is watching a movie.
Kimberly is doing laundry.
What is the fifth sister doing?
Taller than most
Offers are scarce
Scarcity mentality is about more
Of what though?
Where did the rocks come from?
I thought maybe I’ve found my rock
No longer, it was never going to be
The scissors will get the paper
The rock stays free from paper
Strangers come and go.
Hear their stories and laugh at their jokes.
Hospitality at its finest.
Say just enough and not more.
Home sweet home, she used to live here before.
High-fives all around, but a hug is better, right?
Shh shh
A hug that feels like a lullaby and a lullaby that sounds like a kiss.
A kiss that feels like lavender and lavender that smells like comfort forever.
Will there ever be a short story titled "Boy" inspired by Jamaica Kincaid's "Girl"?