Time gets trapped like drops
On a spider's web
Pictures never taken
Are burning in my head
I hear my brother mending something in the backyard
My mama's hand holding a book
Time gets trapped like drops
I'm saving for a rainy day all the sunlight
That warms up my skin
And all the love you left behind
Has begun to seed in
Tiny earthquakes
That shook my world
Nights with words
Going 'round my head
I hear my mother singing something in the kitchen
My father's hand wrapped in mine
Time gets trapped like drops
("Walkin in Soho")
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