don’t
you
see?
–you did with your
eyes closed…
in
darkness trees
were still as statues
in
winter
&
those days i chose
to
throw
-chance
to wind
in
spring
with
blades
of
grass tossed
to sky
in
summer
they
fell and cut my
feet
-i
felt everything
cut
through
osso
boco
–there
in
my bone with nothing
a
familiar place
my
thoughts
tumble
deeply
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