from p.1 on Mon., 3/19

Let my mind
just sneak back
to a better time,

a time

when he was mine.


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The sun shines and the
world radiates like
a toaster oven,
but I can't even
feel it,

locked inside, slave
away the day,

friends giggle but
I can't hear it.

I wanna go home.


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The sun peakes out from behind
that stark mountain stretch,
a kaleidoscope of color.


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Sitting on my
hindquarters,
scanning over
Boulder's quarters
from big red iron
rocks
wondering
if the horizon
is real.