fourth avenue

my friend sent me this.
just this morning.
and i know exactly
where
this moment was captured.


on 4th avenue.
in a old, slightly leaning duplex.
2nd floor.
in the sun porch.
on the radiator.


words placed together
on a plank of distressed, 
weather-born wood
from my
dad's wood pile.


with one word.
that speaks
so profoundly...


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