i'm jealous

of people

with straight

teeth -

they can bite off

more than me

and chew

chew

chew

off into the country,

over mountain sides;

glide.

railway

back in the days

was a better way

to say

hey...

and hello's are

always nicer

through

white ties.

Along the river, you can find grace. Everywhere, even in the old rotting logs that float away from the banks, there is grace. In the sand between the toads. In the ripples that form the water roads: grace. And even after the river loads into the sea, you can see grace spreading; perforating.

i counted to forty this morning, after
sailing down a river,
singing to a woman,
sweating with a fat man and
sleeping through a performance.

Time to clean the pool.

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and i sent you a letter
with two things
and then some.

this is the end of the earth
and i'm not fighting.

I'm not so sure i believe
in fate for telling the future. something
so intricate could be fate
as a puzzle or when the sum
of the parts is
equal to the whole;
it's fate as a closet.

one thing's for sure i'm:
all wrapped up
in the composite.

in order to celebrate
the end of something great
i counted my seedlings then
planted a tree;

wait, wait, wait.

who was i to think
that this would disapear
as if vanished into thin air.

this air is tried like
frozen dirt and it is
viscously taunting me
"move on, be free."

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