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MAYA YEGOROVA
POETRY
Toes in the white sand
The sun shines and the waves crash
My soul is lifted
The x5 bus smells
compelling in the morning:
espresso and musk
Snow covered mountains
Soar above the clouds and fog
Can we? Can we soar?
On Park Avenue
Student helps elderly man
get over the dune of snow
8:06 a.m.
A man in a suit and tie
Falls asleep on my shoulder
August at the lake
I think to myself that this
Is how life should be
The waves inch closer
And kiss the shore
When the riptide goes back
My heart goes with it
The wind roars outside
Icicle on windowsill
I grip my hot tea
Swimming playing cards
Sleeping in late hiking
My lake memories
Surrounded by
the towering mountains was such
a humble feeling
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