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Evan Stephens
Poems
Jul 2019
You'll Tell Me
You'll tell me that
you hate this
neighborhood,
& the midnight
adventures
I had years ago
down Dahlia St
& Georgia Ave
will strip away,
thin, ******.
I'll notice
the broken walk,
the dead grass,
the trash gathered
in the raw verge,
I'll be embarrassed.
You'll be unhappy
in the new place
you're in, and
I understand but
I won't be able
to reach you.
I'll have learned
by then to shut up,
grip the air on the
silent street, take
some steps back,
let you have
your thoughts.
I won't be able
to save this situation
with magic words
said perfectly
in a pentangle.
I won't be able to
rescue you from
this drift, I'll
only be a tether,
a hand across
the void.
It'll all be new
and foreign
and everywhere is
a walk in the sun.
Washington summer
will be a hanging heat.
Soon I'll chauffeur
you into the slots
of the city, but I'll know
that won't salve
your feelings.
I won't do anything
but walk by your side
until it all ebbs.
Under the radio
tower in this poor
neighborhood
I knew so well,
I'll still my tongue.
I'll step through
the weeds to the home
where I'll hope
you will maybe find
something yours.
Written by
Evan Stephens
44/M/DC
(44/M/DC)
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