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Eagle Rock Reverie
Written: August 06, 2025 ********* The traffic roars as wounded gulls. metal beats skated over the asphalt waves, each honk a fractured prayer, fleeing the city, restless breath. I sit beneath a twisted jacaranda tree. Its lavender flowers unfurl as the sun dips low Parrots squabble in the canopy— boisterous, unrepentant, and singing, stirring the dawn with their raucous cries, a beauty entwined with longing. Their melody exists beyond, concrete and clocks, I sip coffee—malnourished warmth— Its bitter essence wedged between my ribs, where comfort once thrived. The chipped cup, a reflection of lost trust. Each face that passes me is a silent question, I have forgotten how to answer. Once I skated these streets hungry for names, for the echo of someone to cram my void, But identity remains a fog caught between chain-link fences and fragrant jasmine vines. Yet still, I listen for that singular voice amid the clamorous parrots, the one that might beckon me back into the wholeness of myself.
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