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for peyton

sarah jack

and now i am closing my eyes to reveal

your soft face cast in the pale yellow

glow of refrigerator light. i want you

to always know that there is coffee


if you want it and water if you don’t.

a token of my kinship, a silver soda

can be permanently affixed here at

our kitchen table still, my ears perk


up with each enumerated drop of rain.

come what may, you will always have

my umbrella-enwrapped hand, a pink

promise to accompany you.


and now i am counting the ducks

like days, tallying the number of wings

my heart has grown in hopes of crashing,

landing me back again at your door.


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