(from the moon series)
The first time was all men
and this time the buildings
look pretty. We miss Spain
and we miss eating
late but we don't go to the graves.
Sure Jim is alright.
We fix ourselves to neighborhoods
and we learn by day three
you have to buy pastries early.
We see gargoyles perched above
the city on churches and we hear
whispers of love on the wind.
We see the ground so far below.
We know we're slowly falling
but we enjoy the height
while we can. We write in first
person plural as the narrative shifts
and we put up barriers
and we take down plastic fences
and shortly after, we have a city,
a city we have constructed,
a city made of memories
and likes and dislikes
and voids still unexplored.
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