I KNOW THAT PLACE

I have a pocket

of tied threads,

gathered colors from

shirts, parts of old coats,

hats, the cuffs of pant

legs scrapping roads,

the front of hats like

cross hairs pointing my

head to someplace

and from gloves

that don’t match,

pieces of reminders

to count and remember

the place they were freed,

now protected


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