out of time.
out of space.
Kairsten,
in dreads,
feather in her hat,
a sweet smile,
looked up from her music as i sat beside her.
i just bought my first clay ever, she tells me
and shows me an image of her painting --
all brilliant color and eye of horus,
and buddha dancing on the cracked screen of her phone.
NYC sisters at Logan
each on our way to somewhere else;
making a brief connection in this wide, wide world.
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