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written by: James Gabriel
@James_Gabriel1
parked
on a dirt
road off
Topanga
methadone
finished
old lady
at the
laundromat
they met
in sixty-eight
the Haight
filled with
junkies and
gurus
the air
crisp and
clear
woods green
and the ground
moist with
morning dew
his hands
were sore from
fixing the van
at least
it is
up and
running
the road
still
commuters
hadn't hit
the canyon
I'll have
an omelet
at the café
down the road
take a walk
James Gabriel
Born and raised in Los Angeles, California. James Gabriel is new to poetry. Inspired by the small moments in life that add up to who we are as people.
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