with travel comes a tradition
of an unfolding tale
of bravery, a fin here
a conquering of a night's street
thugs stealing your hat in the winter
frail nylon socks of frail women in nylon wigs
the color of an ocean between dusk
and dawn, how it doesn't emit sunshine
I have seen those,
seen my plaid face blush in a mirror
sight is not always about what we note
in others, it is also about how we look
Maybe it is easier to ask
what have you not seen
for me to properly answer you.
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