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“Guest room for Autumn”

“Guest room for Autumn”

In any ‘two type’ ending,
I am body
traveled (let loose that invisible scar)
every town-
bar closing,
the one you’d hope to meet
having moved on.

Hours put between the first light
in those windows
dancing, secret against secret-
(a seed in the cusp of a mountain)
as if only the body had been the witness.

But something grand in you
had been roaming for a long time.
Needing little at first, until
such hunger- the hurt to boy
name what named the boy
hurt, every test of self,
light, hitting objects, life-
hitting light, and now
a disjointed photo, that answer,
nowhere am I nowhere,
but everywhere am I somewhere.

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