Many a thing

I have been many a thing,

The City still lives in my veins
lights atop buildings remain still in my
heart, border where my extremities end
and no-man’s land begins.

I have been many a thing,

Oceanic element, home to bottom
creatures and those who break
surface membrane.

I am still many a thing,

The July corn, immature but tall,
vibrant green stalk against a blue
horizon broken by a farm home and
idle, rusted plow (waiting for the marriage
of scythe and wet stalk.)

I am still many a thing,

And am reminded by western
dusk winds, if I were to open my arms I
would disappear into thin breath spoken
by field mice among wheat perfuming
August skies.

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