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photo
by Scott Dickens © courtesy of Rocket Pop Media
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a
trip to the great halls of inventory
we
spent all day
scavenging
for words
to
say to each other
while
passing time
with
pieces of eight
and
fast food bites
the
sounds of thin waxed paper
and
cardboard decorated
with
recognizable escapism
allowed
us to drift further inside ourselves
cementing
the distance between us
while
we sat just a few feet
from
each other
I
drove
pretended
not to understand
that
grave and gravity
were
sometimes connected
with
sinew and a smile
when
it comes to leaving
something
dead
at
the side of the road
we
once
shared
a map to a here
we
knew without
needing
words
for
meaning
we
fidget
not
understanding
the
quiet
managing
somehow
to feel our way
through a goodbye
while
gathering
what
constitutes
wasted
for
dumps
collecting
plastic bags
filled
with the yellowed pictures
of
what once was
EJR
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