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June

I’m writing poetry on the phone, hold music
like fingernails-on-spine, the creak
of objecting bones, thank-you-for-your-patience
please-hold. Student loans. Twenty five. Tired. Twenty
six this fall. Not wanting to be back in school but wistful
for sprawling in the grass half sleeping, the feel
of cobblestones underfoot and leaves turning and bagpipes
that skirl at night and in the rising dawn.

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