No. 006

October 5, 2024·17 lines·1 min read

So slip away

To the court beside the highway.

It's okay to Slip out at night, Basketball in hand, And scale the fence To the court beside the highway. Run until your hands Are stained with soot and dirt, And your body glistens with sweat Under the amber glow of sodium lights. It's okay to sneak out past midnight At summer camp, to lie On the cool grass, Gazing up at a million glittering diamonds Strewn across the black velvet sky. You may never find a better meditation In all your life. So slip away, whenever you can.

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No. 6

17 lines · 1 min read

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