It's Still Life

NORTH

afternoon heat.
roses scent the air.

suitcases open
on the bed.

these shoes.
those shoes.

socks.
shorts.
tops.
passports.

tomorrow,
we escape north.

Everywhere Poems don’t have a subject. They have a starting point and follow wherever attention leads. It’s — go for a walk and see where you end up.

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