It was his favorite color
Open skies
His mother’s eyes
Faded jeans
Sapphire ring
He wore it always, in one form or another

Road Trip
It was his dream to see new places
Cross country
His earliest desire
West coast
California girls
Dip his foot in the pacific

Wrong Turn
It was his mistake to misread the directions
Downtown exit
His mid-west naivety
South central
Blood territory
Stopping at a corner store for directions

He wore it always, in one form or another
Wrong place
His final moments
Gang violence
Knives slashing
His life’s essence spreading in a pool around him


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