when a new year rolls around it somehow seems appropriate (and more appealing!) to have nostalgia for times past. here is some old writing i have found from the not-too-distant past, which was itself inspired by nostalgia. (wow that was redundant. please forgive - it has been a while since i've blogged.)
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there's a lightness
in the stench of wet
city street.
my gait is determined
focused
mindful and mindless.
i barely notice
feet slipping from
under me -
lightness shifting
to scuffed hands,
scuffed shoes.
lightness bringing blood to
the cheeks.
quickening of the pulse.
our eyes meet in passing,
our expressions
stone-etched.
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planes hang
middair above my head like
puppets on a wire
the eucalyptus sway as
we rush by.
in my mind we are together.
Canon Beach and dog
vomit on the sidewalk.
ice cream and disposable cameras,
like it was yesterday.
here the wind doesn't
rough you up as much
and the ocean doesn't
smell as salty.
here i can't find
a patch of grass to lay in,
and i take trains
for hours at a time.
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here's hoping that a new year incites me to revive this attic of a blogsite.
happy 09!
