“Write hard and clear about what hurts.”
-Ernest Hemingway

On the side of a building

a lampost and its warm light envelopes

this lovely tree. The sprinkles of the rain

gently landing on each leaf. and here I am

finishing a cigarette realizing how this can be the end

or the beginning of a cycle. But I don’t let it.

This is all so different with the lens of 2020.

it stopped sprinkling.


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