This is a piece of poetry from my wife. It really resonated with me.
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This place, this now, you can see it
you can see what it is too, beside
the quiet border you trace around it
this is a home town too, among other things
among everything else. I was born here,
in this empty lot, that was a hospital
in a room with one rectangular window
packed with people I would never see again,
including my mother. Cities are cruel that way
but not all together so, there is a mother here
in the rubble and the dust, and as far
as I ever got I came back to it,
I learned to love it
to love myself in it.
The west was won in a saloon
over a poker hand
and a screaming slot machine.
This place remembers even the drinks that were spilled
the out turned pockets, and moment before
the wheel stopped turning and any number
was a winner…
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