neighbor

neighbor

 

the dawn walk—

not yet fully

bodied

 

remember, now

as the season of crows

 

a hand in similar

shape, but

close

 

*

 

behind fences,

they do

what they want

 

no consequence

 

(voices whisper

otherwise

 

*

 

the old Mason—

granddaughter in a princess cart,

together on the dirt road

 

I have questions

about the density

of matter

 

of hands holding

genetic pattern

 

*

 

plants push limits, repeat

limbs in fractals

 

till they feel enough

the sky

 

ladders, the product

of a finite will

 

there may be a shadow

in this yard

that joins us

there

 

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