I was related to the city by blood
but you were only related by marriage
and after the revolution
they wouldn't let you in anymore
so we came here
to this starless hunk of flyway
with its crusts of bread and unholy water
where no thrush would ever fold her wings
no matter the weather
or how tired she must be.
I wouldn't have minded
except there was never anything to read
and I blame myself
for watching your smoke rings in the night
believing they were telling me oh
when it's obvious now
they were always saying
Surrender Dorothy.
my mind's eye easily captures the scenes you paint with words
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