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So we wait

Waiting rooms
At stations
Begging for us to pause

Adjunct

I am nobody.
Walking through the false tears
of sand,

Best Group Ever

After breaking bread together,/
men gather where we have for decades.

My Escape

ladder drapes
bruised, scarred,
and charred,

Strange Beauty

There is a strange beauty
in the slow loss of sight,
for

Frigatebird

Sunrise came today, like revolution—instinctual, universal—leaving the remnants of saltwater