Sunday, November 15, 2015

This side of the Hudson

Sunday, November 15, 2015

I walk near the water
Chill air bellowing around me
As a chill stirs up inside
This budding exhaustion
Making my step drag
Even in places like this,

I always ache for water
When I feel this way
When the world seems
Madder than the average hatter
And the only answer to anything
Is more hate
The distant shooting reverberates
All these miles away
Recalling the smoke that once
Hung over this place
And if I stare hard enough
I can still see the smoldering
Of towers that now live
Inside my head

I ought to be home in bed
Curled up under a blanket
Seeking refuge in dreams
Where such things do not
Occur unless I let them,
And a backfire is just a backfire
Not the end of the world.

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