and Grace will lead me home.
sunday morning, gloomy for this time of year. the little one is crying, making a small scene, so we go outside to an emerging part of town. once they all wake up, the streets will turn hip as they ride their fixies to who-knows-where. but for now, a desolate poster child: train tracks, graffiti-tagged warehouses, litter.inside, she's singing, an alto with a guitar on her lap. i sway with the little one, humming amazing grace along with her. my lips close to his head, please know this, you'll always be forgiven. let the vibrations echo, let them somehow become familiar. so that, say thirty years from now, you may hear that cadence while far from home and be surprised at the peace it brings.
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