Nashville

Reading poetry in a
fast food joint
burrowed into a sad sidewalk in
East Nashville,

I suddenly feel as though I
might be
overcompensating

for the time
the summer reading slipped out my
ears or when
I was swept away by the

sweetness of
rhythms resting on
gently cresting Ozarks

and forgot to bring all of
myself home.

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