The Christmas lights
Finally took down
Posing for photographs
Post office penguins
The wrong sized bags for things
I love how you use them
a serial drama
Looking at my time here
Too long
We linger in coffee shoppes
Across the room
listening
to each other
It’s right
How I know
weaker and
More magical
The color on paper
I don’t have to choose
The freedom comes
We listen to the sound.
We have freed ourselves
Of the soldiers
And the tattoo artists.