Monday, July 5, 2010

Harlem

He's one of those men who laugh loudly to invite a conversation. Today he laughed at the obituaries and ate a muffin with a fork.

I miss you in oranges. I miss you in straw hats and cornfields, shallow bales and thirsty horses.  I miss you in cardboard boxes, wet with humidity, stacked against drywall. I miss you in white peaches and chubby fingers. I ache like an oak tree.

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