Sunsets ocean waves, I can't get up early to watch the sun rise. I accept not living across the street from water. I take the F an hour and a half to Coney Island. Can't afford to rent a car to visit Point Pleasant or Lavalette. Chris never chooses the Coney Island commute, will complain, won't do it. I am open to the wasted space, ready to find more, willing to be stranded for a while near the water. How to use energy How to be in this time hello me, hello mom, there, where?, here. Retrieve. The physical music of your voice is gone. I am in a vacant lot some nights with no car no buildings, no sounds of birds. Nature, I stop, here. The nectar is your poetry, lettters, emails, cards, clothing, jewelry Bumblebees and butterflies flit near flowers I am our creation the embodiment of love continues.
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