on the Osaka loop line

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cities were never really my thing
but there is something here that
calls – maybe not to me but
maybe not to all of me maybe not
as loudly as it thinks but I
do hear my name ringing
in the jingle of traffic lights
in the chirping of train platforms
and it draws me closer, line after
line to a feeling no longer
just a sketch not just a draft
and no matter how much I laugh it away
it’s there it calls it carries me
for a while – just a little longer as
the light dims it carries more
than just my name, and eyelids
and limbs feel heavier and slower
than they have in a long time and
I let the city carry
the soft ringing of my name
slowly fading into town
fading from shi to cho
from here to home and I’m
back I’m back I’m back

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