the latest poem on my postcard of poetry is called: some call this home.
foot hills rising out of morning
fog - expanse of fileds lined
by roads heading straight to padilla bay - i can tell
how long you lived here by
which way your head turns
traveling south, how the "l"
in padilla curls off your tongue
and how the pace of your heart
slows here, close to the rim.
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