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Sanctuary in Morning Glory

Lonely little alcove second story up at the edge of town train whistle blasts my memories loud the purple morning glory was summer’s redemption Hodge-podge neighbors, mixed tape we were tuned on different tangents this place, you know… oven bottom ajar, off track refrigerator too loud the plumbing is… an empty field is the backyard racoons … Continue reading