as the plane touches down in oakland
a bittersweet feeling overwhelms me.
well over 30 days ago i dropped everything , 30 + days away from my home , my life, my artwork.
as silver lined clouds greet us, hanging over san francisco’s compact bigness, these clouds,
they say hello when you cross the bay bridge you know.
blue skies, puffy clouds, so much a part of the little things.
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