days have never passed as slow
as they do in this empty college town.
minutes into hours and hours into day,
living life by the clock, but longer.
afternoon naps turn over into evening slumbers
simulated breezes and echos of beeping
the scraping of concrete on top of concrete
the nails on a chalk board.
music from the sky
bare feet on pavement
picky pizza orders
great whites
clean laundry
empty suitcases and organ ringtones
whispers of birch wood trees
stretch across grassy lands and rocky mountains
i'll be seeing you soon, New England.
I'll be seeing you soon.
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