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Hazard Tape
When I search for you
there is a cliff
and there is a shoreline
but you are not there
and I cannot see you
your yellow, falls into every crack, every crevice
coloring my sky and backlighting his buildings
a yellow, which adorns the matching zoot suit of a man
taking a drag outside a night club
he is the only one smoking, but he is not alone
a yellow, that bleeds into hoods of rented cars
and caution signs
this, this is my Rushmore
I have known death before
and I will greet him again
2021
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