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The smell of orange blossom
And the salt of the sea
We left it all behind
Like the golden glow of the sun
On the copper pots
We left it all behind
Like saffron and cardamom
And hyacinths in the spring
We left it all behind
Read MoreMy life begins when I become eighteen.
Inside the university so grand
Besides big kids so smart, the fields so green.
Countless new things to learn and understand.
I know I will be living large one day.
This parking lot is packed with fancy cars.
Study the textbook ‘til my hair turns gray.
Read MoreWinners wear medals on top of pyramids
and look down at the losers,
though some say winners only look ahead of themselves,
always trying to find a way to achieve more,
never content to win once, starving to find crumbs of
the essence of success only to consume it whole and move
on. I escaped from citizenship in order
to speak out, grappling at the hope for freedom and free will.
Read MoreI wore you on my sleeve, but
Mother warned I’d outgrow clothes
Long after they’d outgrown me.
And here we are—
Dimly lit skies; dark horizons in the dead of night.
This road on which we stand and spar
Has grown us both, and now will starve
My dreams and every sleep will host its feast upon my feeble mind.
I memorized each crease
On concrete slabs that laid and now will play as
Steps that walk on me.
And here we are—
I see the stars, and yet you focus on the black that lies between.
You once said my flaws were petty fragments;
Now those flaws are canyon-wide gaps between
Who I am, and who, by now, you thought I would have been.
Leave and I will stand here on the street
To watch you march along this sphere
Until you walk back into me.
And here I’ll stay.
i.
The ocean hasn’t stirred
in two months.
We’ve been watching
one another.
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