Walking to the Post Office to Mail her a Bag of Hershey’s Kisses

and a love letter,

I pass a high school.

They’re playing football and on the top row of the bleachers

a gang of birds loiters.

Yesterday outside my bedroom window

I saw a blue jay.

On a frozen beach, we got sand in our shoes

and missed our train.

There’s the missing.

There’s the sun in my eyes—

There’s the missing.

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