miles outside
sweeping [up]
moving
fast
speed
saves you
straight,
forward,
leap,
advance
seconds
and kiss [the sun]
on [the] way
fanning
flame[s]
fire [and] luck
brilliance
cosmic
clean
Cataloging the Detritus of my Life
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Like. How ’bout a title?
I’m not titling any of them. I like to think they’re all one giant poem when I’m done.