Awake before the sunrise
A peachy orange peeks from over my neighbors house
The neighbor who… well, never mind. These days I
Especially need to make room for forgiveness.
There is a tall power pole
Staring at me
An iros in the center of the eyeball made up
By yes, that neighbor’s home and a big, overgrown
Linden tree
It looks suspicious
Or perhaps that is the reflection
Of my Iris as I stare into this morning
Unsure, frightened and returned to
Childhood without those familiar
Surroundings… there are no swings
At Carteret Park, no tiny bathroom with
Shell wallpaper, no wood stairs to scamper
Down or slide down or tip toe down when
I don’t want to be found exploring while
Everyone else sleeps.
It’s funny not ha ha how
Adulthood and cancer leave
Me feeling
So alone
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