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Falls

Laundromat: Island Pond, Vermont. Mets and Phillies are on the TV despite the location. Across the street EMTs are assisting an elderly man, on his knees in the grass. I bought a Gatorade to get change for the machines. Turns out they take 20s anyway. Slept last night next to a waterfall. A car showed up at 2:30 in the morning. Four people with flashlights headed into the woods. At least they weren’t carrying a long rolled-up carpet or a half-dozen full plastic bags. I was tired so I stayed. Woke up alive. Calling that a victory.

Published in My poems Poetry Short Stories Vermont

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