POETRY
The Long Drive Home
A prose poem
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4 min readMay 29, 2023
A little reggae and hip sway with the dishes tonight and I sing as the water, a steady warm stream, trickles between my knuckles. I look out the window, at nothing really. It’s all too altogether lovely to absorb. Sometimes I stand beneath the white oaks and stare at the patches of sky that blink between the leaves, and I breathe, and I breathe, deeply, the scent of air…