birds trouble the trees
unless you can finish the season
it sings
don't bother with getting the door
don't bother with spinning yourself
out across the endless coming
you expect too much
the shaking limbs hum
of your going
and never expect
the ways of coming
and coming back
unless you can wait for your sunken line
to catch
it sings
don't bother casting off again
jul 20, 11
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