Problem with the past is remembering
when now is where I want to be
where I am not a suitcase
on a step. The past is overrated
when we don’t know who we were
though the present would not look like this
now, when there are no gunshots, fires
and the phoenix rising – the phoenix,
on the step with the suitcase, when now
is a fine location where I am
not a suitcase
on a step.
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