walking through poems
that collect like
leaves outside the Gastown
candy shop where I stand
sugar-cooking almonds
The hat-shop girl next door
is sewing the autumn collection
warm gusts of wind
don’t move her little black dress
when she comes out to
warm herself in the almost-autumn
sunshine
we share a smoke and
she invites me to a rave
and I invite her to a pub crawl
we never think about
the names of these things
we just loose our
coats at them
and we ensure this
by wearing old coats thrift-store coats
hand-me-down
mom-sweaters whatever
keeps us warm
until we don’t need to be
warmed from the outside
anymore
and we can lose our coats
without crying
smiling, laughing until tears
are running down our faces
at Jericho beach
where the sunrise is
crisp and paleblue and pierced
by gullsong
.
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LiaThePoet 
Hermoso 💕
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Thank you so much, and apologies for not seeing this till now! <33
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This is fabulous, Lia. I love the opening – the idea of walking through poems and the journey you took us on, bringing back memories. 💗
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Michele thank you… thank you for reading, understanding and for the lovely comment… I appreciate it so very much!! <33 🙏💓
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You’re very welcome, talented poet! 💕
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Wonderful Poem
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Thank you so much for reading and commenting! <33
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