as long as I don't try to explain
we're okay, we're alright
and here I go again
we're okay, we're alright
and here I go again
like an ultrasound finding life
--ghostly, quiet, yearning
so sure of myself
my favorite part is when we try
to turn the city into a garden:
birds become seeds,
a river forks past trees dragging
desires, secrets, on its belly...
vaporizes like a ghost
Pic: The Red Cedar, MSU.
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