rainy deck time

having been
raised in
a newly
emerging
subdivision

the unfinished
wood of
this deck,

slapped
with fresh
coats of
rain water,

sends me
spiraling
back decades.

sitting
on a
smoker’s deck,

breathing in
no smoke,

the brain
becomes
unaccustomed
to the
absence of
tarred
expectations.

like,
if you
are
out here
breathing in
fresh air,

are you
even
doing it
right?

breaking
norm,
so
untainted.

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I am bird, these are my words.

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