A town spread under its light.

I am no stranger in this soil.

What walks into my head

Walks out through another body close to it.

The sea settles at my feet;

Its wind wrestles by, un-trapping bumps cornered at my skin.

I offer my appreciation as an ablution:

A halo straightens out at my head.

A boy tucks at my shirt

And his ice-cream melts away.

I remember the day a girl saw me at a mall

And carted her smiles away.

I’d wanted to stop her and drop

A pint of sunray into her palm.

But you know sometimes some things halt and disappear.

Like I said before, it’s night: a lonely one.

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