Joe Cabrera Poems

When my place in the firmament
Becomes permanent
I cannot help but wonder
What others will have to say
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As a child
Certain skies would brighten me
Ransacking the most remote back-alleys
Of my imagination.
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The hours and minutes
Of our minuscule existence
Are like a road map unto death
Estimated time of arrival
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Open you up
Read you over
Carry you with me
Everywhere I go
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