Tuesday, July 1, 2014

Maybe It's Me, But....

You are everywhere. You are in the sudden downpour and in the beating down of the sun. The water laps at the river's edge and it should be bringing your boat. I hear the sound of the races on Sunday night and think of you and cold beer. You are the car outside my office when I hear a door slam. It is you coming to see me at work. The smell of grilled food, the sound of a top being popped. A cigarette smell, the sound of a train, your car, your robe, your soap, you.

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