Feet planted on sun-warmed rocks
Sunset blazing around me in 360-degree splendor
I am in the sky
The city stretches minuscule below
Mountains rest hazy on the horizon
I don’t move
Until the colors have faded to shadow.
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I could step out my door every day
Tell my feet to take me down Kings Road
Past the Craftsman bungalows
Up the dead-end street
Through the yellowed grass and gnarled trees
To where the sky waited.
Three thousand miles
And over three years later
Does it still wait for me?
Tabitha O’Connell is a writer and historic preservationist who currently lives in Western New York. Her poetry has previously appeared in Quatrain.Fish and her short fiction in the anthology Queers Who Don’t Quit. Her favorite things include animals, abandoned places, alliteration, long walks, and long sentences. Find her on Twitter @tabithawrites or visit her at tjoconnell.wordpress.com.
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