Reaching Outside

Seems an easy endeavor,

a reach,

some purposeful ambition to find

a new ideal.

This always brought me back

that place I can no longer remember,

yet, I want to …

Maybe a narrator could bring me back,

the older corner store in the middle of the avenue.

I remember finally feeling like I became one

everyone

we all just became voices with eyes,

sometimes gallant, often times

misread.

I remember when it was cool to saunter,

grab a pack,

and maybe smoke one in conversation.

Yet now tonight I don’t even know where anyone is anymore.

I couldn’t possibly tell you

who you are,

any more than I tried to imagine

decades before,

when everything mattered in that short moment,

the credibility of my mind matching up with my

physicality.

I only wanted what everyone anywhere actually does.

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