In the Window
Growing up along a border
that divides a country in two
At 4, in Union City
You get what you crossed over for
Like growing up along an imaginary line
Just Reach A Cross
newspaper to newspaper to newspaper
As north as new Hampton
As south as Natchez
For when we go
Onto the next
Again and again
The new girl in town
By the seventh school
The eyes
The Voice
Our story
when I started to see the pattern
it was easy to spot
Sometimes all it takes
Is being familiar
with the corners of your house
 
Does the ray of the morning sun ever feel like the hands of God carrying you home
Rest in peace, Ray
 
Chelsea Blake
The Four Stories Company, LLC