The first snow, and the call I almost did not make
It snowed overnight, my phone was at nine percent, and I wanted my mother’s voice.
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Why I walk forty minutes across the bridge now
The day I counted what the bus was costing me, and what the walk gave back.
The folder of twelve documents I wish I had started in October
Transcripts, translations, a certified copy and one paper I asked my school for twice.
Dark by six, and my window
What I did the first Sunday I switched on the lamp before making tea.
What the first lecture taught me before it started
Where to sit, how to ask a question, and why the professor wanted a first name.
Calling home when we share a clock
For one more month Nairobi and I share a clock, and I use it well.
