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Compatible Reality

 Sharing with The Sunday Muse, #230.


I wanted to hold the city's hand. 
Reaching out the car window at a stoplight,
shaking the hands of whoever could reach me,
stretching from the passenger window.
I wanted to live in the concrete.
There were days when I trusted bricks,
when I slid across the vinyl seats
and believed the rain allowed 
a faster arrival in their Buick.
I wanted a compatible reality
In the phantom limb of the ocean,
 grasping the arms of dolphin and men-o-war
as we skipped down the sidewalks and sang
through rain filtering the light green.
We would find an eternal city
If only we could drown in it.



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  1. Carrie Van HornOctober 1, 2022 at 2:36 PM

    There is a certain connection and feeling in this that is infectious. It makes me want to join you in this quest and yearning. This is an absolutely beautiful poem my friend! The feeling, and the imagery make it like a poetic prayer for all to speak. I love this Chrissa!

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  2. Gillena CoxOctober 2, 2022 at 5:29 AM

    "I wanted a compatible reality
    In the phantom limb of the ocean,"
    The depth and vastness of loghing is superlative in these lines.
    Thanks for dropping bu my blog today, Chrissa.
    Have a good Sunday

    Much 💛love

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  3. robkistnerOctober 3, 2022 at 10:49 AM

    This has a most adventurous essence that drew me in Chrissa…. Captivating piece! 🙂✌🏼

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