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�Evergreen�
Thompskin Square Park, NY, 4:02 pm i sit still on a bench in divine weather. Her printed poem on my lap. Bus, siren, toddlers, dogs, funk, sounds running through the trees. In sight, college group on the lawn twirling hula-hoops, batons, flags, and other similar toys, teaching each other new tricks. It is about this moment, not tomorrow, until i see her image floating out of my heart but tied to a long line of poetry and digital photographs. Loisaida, NY, 9:02 pm. i lay an old book on my bed, open it, and sit still. Psalms of a poet aligning his heart with One who won�t move away. �Teach me, reveal yourself to me, let me feel your beauty. Instead of a desert, i want to be lost inside of you,� felt the poet right when he wrote the symbol for �Aleph.� �The process of self-awareness: being with who and what everyone always desired,� the poet then gently whispers into my ear. i close the book and remember a stranger telling me about the only evergreen in the park. He said, �Man, is it growing.� i said, �Yea. Because she�s home.� |