Poetry for the Common Man

a moment of relief
given to me like Everybody’s hot steaming chai
a man at the dog park talked to me about Oregon
and the dried flowers he saw there.
I thought about other places I could visit &
I wondered to myself
what if I traveled so that I could come back
i became absent so that my heart could grow fonder
i made space so that you, and you, and you could move in,
what if my next trip to Indianapolis
gives me an idea, a seed
to plant in Chicago, in Uptown
so that life can be given
as it has been said
more life to all &
less to none.
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