Atlas

In the last space before we leave

when everything is going–

the baguettes,

the orange juice,

the ripe avocado;

slow down.

Today is a beautiful day.

A day of

not going to take your money

let’s just everybody keep giving.

Let someone take care of you once in a while.

Once in a while

smile back

or better yet,

smile first.

The way it is

it is

it is.

The maps unfold,

the milk steams,

the hair on the back of her neck

curls up in defiance

while the barber across the street

fades out.

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About amyleighcutler

Writer, dancer, vagabond extraordinaire
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