Dom

IMG_7003Palm trees and sand.
Sky and nothing below.
Metro lines and toy buses.
A muddle of words,
most I understand,
many I don’t.

It’s being found
within the lostness
but not leaving it.
A partner in crime
that won’t be there
tomorrow.

It’s sun and moon.
It’s smoke and pickles.
It’s the escape,
the persistent unknown
and the safety in it.

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