Heartbroken over a football game, Autumnevening, of this kind of thing I’m not ashamednor of the twistiness of that diction,or wanting America to burnthough only certain parts deserve it,its forests are beautiful and have donenothing wrong, even the desert’s emptinessthough it terrifies me, is beautiful,and tacos, and kebabs wrapped up in naan,and today walking through the park I turnedto see dozens of bright white seagulls flockedon the windy lake against the blue skyand I felt an ache and I sent a textto a friend I said TODAY I SAW FLOCKEDON THE LAKE WHITE SEAGULLS IT WAS BEAUTIFULhe wrote FOLLOW THEM it was too late
FOLLOW THEM
Matthew Rohrer
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