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Lincoln, Nebraska (pt. II)
Eyes can't help but follow
long hair in long coats
wind shaking the strands like
snowflakes, their own little patterns.
The cinemaplex is open,
negative seventeen degrees Fahrenheit and
someone is still making money.
Wrapping around a blocked-off
manhole I turn the corner too quickly,
bump into a homeless man and his chair.
He asks if I've any change.
No, my pockets are empty
Inner monologue firing, always,
I cop the corner and take a moment to my
physical self, ask it questions,
How are you?
You've been a slight bit distant during this time.
Do you miss home?
I'm not sure I've found a home to miss.
Blue Springs, Missouri
(Blue Springs, Missouri)
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