between the love of my life
and the love of my life
recognizing that what it took
to get here must become
the thing that has to go
that the barking dog
barks to call his master home
not to protect the place
that I missed the bus
and walked from 33rd
to 142nd St. that night
transitioning from one
love to another I wrote
them down but they
were all one now gone
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