by Suzán Jiván
It's just nostalgia
once ubiquitous
now limited
like human-
powered
watercraft
by watching
the horizon
then observing
what's left behind
while vibrating
with wakes
flag waving
in our eyes
and in our hair
as visceral cringes
on packing lists
sent up the road a bit
after pausing with thought
and making a corporeal
choice of assault
star-gazing in a backyard
parking lot
looking for migrant species
while remembering thinking
for the last time
this season with immediacy...
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