the summer of
barely there

.

here, there, and everywhere

stretched too thin

and running in circles

.

i may be here less

or, as often happens when i need a refuge,

i may be here more

.

i hope to be sitting

out there

as often as possible

.

listening

wondering

dreaming

.

there’s always

a pencil

in my pocket

.

.

.

.

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