I've climbed a tree
and I'm talking down
to you.
The moon,
stony-faced, circles the empty basketball net,
is reflected in a crescent of watermelon.
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prayer for a future tide
hollows show with stars in sequence all these years paralyzed only by the possibility of time... if this world were mine * we'd follow ...
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