walking home

I like how the clouds are reaching

Reaching and spreading and fading and breaking

I turn around and they’re spattered behind me.

It’s the day’s grand review

and a whisper of tomorrow

The back of my head touches my base of my neck. I like the weight pushed back and eyes locked above and away from everything else.

bookends of my day. these stay my home.

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