carry by S.M. Moore

carry

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I think I hear the music you’ve been telling me about.

I’ve been looking for it for a long while,

but it seems like every time I hear it,

it moves further into the distance.

Every time I get close,

I can hear it moving away

faster than I can move.

But every once in a while,

I hear the notes ring out from between brick buildings.

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I don’t know the city well like you do.

It is easy for me to get lost in these streets,

and even easier for you to hide.

I hear your music though.

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And sometimes I wonder;

do you want me to find you?

Loud are the horns,

but the streets are convoluted.

Maybe I could find you if you came towards me,

but you go the other way.

You go the other way when you hear me singing.

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S.M. Moore has published a section of a novel he co-authored in a small newspaper based out of Bates College. Moore is also a regular writer for the Portland, Maine newspaper, Up Portland. His poetry is published or forthcoming in Down in the Dirt, Flora Fiction, and Literary Yard, among others.

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