draft

It wasn’t slightly cloudy, it was partly sunny. 
And I didn’t walk, it was a slow jog. Block beyond block,
I held tight to the lining of my pockets as a weapon.
I anticipated the place we’d cross: 
Not quite ten minutes, not quite six blocks,
but no less than five speculations away.
When? And will there be a warmth? 
Or like in the movies? And? 
And what do I say? Or…

I see several similarities,
none the same,
none right,
quite.


—29 October 2010

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Over the course of this blog, I’ve published 1341 posts — and have 208 drafts.

Time to finish what I’ve started.

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