Poetry

Brownstone

Brownstone guides me to solace 

to history laced in gold

traditions passed down 

land that’s older than dawn

her streaks clouding the downtown

warm feelings melt into my heart and soul 

in July thunderstorms and fireworks 

and exploding laughter in tiny dorms

 

little homes in quiet places 

my legs well trodden 

my feet slipping in their shoes

it gives me hope 

that I can clutch onto a fantasy that’s really real

I won’t be alone forever 

 

because the brick and ivy will bring me across dimensions

there is no venom to spill and slip into my veins 

here my words have an audience 

and dopamine is true and valid and flowing constantly from every ray of sunshine and droplet of rain

 

I cherish each image 

hoping I’ll be able to recreate the pictures

and retrace my footpaths 

one day when I find the bronze key to unlock the gates 

that will welcome me  just as pretty as my dreams 

and ready to let me in and sweep me up into true adulthood and freedoms 

 

let me fly 

fly and not crash

and let the winds hopefully guide me to your brownstone comforts.

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