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Mar 2015
It was cool to see the Gibbous moon still
Glowing this morning
And the four birds flying in the shape of
Delphinus
The sun slow to crawl, hidden behind the
Rooftops
Its light, climbing like smoke across the
Sapphire sky
I was like Poseidon, thinking of you then
Dreaming your face into the canvas



The way the leaves sound like scuffing
Heels
The way the trucks peel off like subways
In the distance
And the wind cools everything
Then the sun brings warmth and silence
And the flag settles
And all is still for a moment
Standing in the middle of it
Grinding my teeth
Saving the eight dollars in my pocket
For something other than another pack
Of cigarettes
Waiting for the break to be over
Waiting for the last leg of the shift to end
Waiting to be with my woman again



How is it that all it takes
Is that there be you to come home to?
And my spirits are lifted
My purpose sound
Everything set perfectly in place
Not a worry to be had when there is
You to come home to
Not a thing that could bring me down
When there is you to come home to
My skin still feels your touch
And my lips still feel your lips
My arms are still holding you
I feel your heart
in my chest
beating

(c) 2015
Rafael Alfonzo
Written by
Rafael Alfonzo  Augusta
(Augusta)   
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   Francie Lynch
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