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A Matter of Travel



Solstice, 2019, for Tracy

 1.

And cross borders we do
often without leaving
our houses. Our bodies
dream of gardens.

Our hands flutter as
feeling exits as we press
hard against the solid
entry door. 

I type the names of cities.
My search reveals rivers, 
airfares, temperatures 
in July.

2. 

Seeking sleep, I am transported
through music piped into 
tiny earbuds. While on an island
my father has two seizures 

in the night. His ten children
fly to one another with
cautionary fright, typing.

Time zones vary from each
cell phone exclamation. Two
sisters, you and I, raise questions

that barely touch down 

for others 
but I witness you.

3.

By morning we’re assured was
merely fainting, and I
reconsider change of plans.

No emergency to rush
to his quiet side.

I walk no farther instead
to this table for eggs,
an English muffin.

Arrive inside my individual
conclusions. Concern that
happiness, once again, is

quickly stymied. Anticipate
tossing a dart toward
a nearer destination.

Mountain over ocean.
Driving test passes slowly
through summer’s present
trees. 

4.

Today. The longest
stretch of a single day.


Comments

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  2. Bear JellyFebruary 21, 2021 at 12:06 AM

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  3. The Principled AcademyMarch 3, 2021 at 4:24 AM

    This article is about how shopping has evolved over the period of time. It includes a brief summary of the history of shopping and what it has become today and what it means to different people. The article also includes a short description of some eccentricities related to shopping. parrots

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  4. Bear JellyMarch 20, 2021 at 1:24 AM

    This could trigger a lot of pressure and anxiety, so the moment you find the appropriate bird on the market, cockatoos for sale

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  5. no ideaApril 20, 2021 at 12:13 AM

    when trying to find birds on the market is that most dog suppliers are not developed equal. Some of them are purely Lovebirds

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  6. birdsale7April 29, 2021 at 12:45 AM

    There is nothing worse than having the bird of one's dreams delivered, and to be unprepared. Macaws

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  7. topcasino47May 15, 2021 at 11:40 PM

    There is nothing worse than having the bird of one's dreams delivered, and to be unprepared. Lovebirds

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