coming in is always like coming home,
i feel like i am small again, that my mother is near, that my grandparents are setting up the tree at gracie terrace, that i can run through the sprinklers at carl schultz park.
that i am small again.
this few days was full of things.
finishing things. starting things.
and things like sun on my face, heavy and hot,
crossing canal street,
again:
and flowers from friends,
who always seem to remember:
looking back on this time,
rememberance,
of others, and myself,
will be important.
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