7

7 days
7 nights
Some mornings
With the city

Some mornings
Dishonoring
The memory
Of eras past
Like the cars
Passing by while
We drive fast
On four freeways

And the intersections cross

Over mornings we build from
The nights we spent
Laying
Foundations

Old town
Old country
Ships breaking waves
In the ocean deep
Like things buried

Until we go and
Cash those rainchecks
Rituals keeping skies clear
Of looming miasmatic fear

Okay to be vulnerable
Blameless and horrible

Dredging those waters
And purging
Those polluted airways
Acting like they’re
Not doing anything
Wrong

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