grown up

grown up

 

At the branch, all

ways draw outward

at a twisted angle

 

it is not easy

 

 

*

 

Someone will come

up the road in a truck

to disrupt the black–

 

is it enough?

 

one star is more

than you will see

 

*

 

Oh, the tall ancient building

precisely the same

 

from outside—

the scale within,

a wait

 

 

 

wait long enough,

dreams will breach the wall

 

 

*

 

 

the argument is inside—

the question is why.

Plastic stretched across

a wooden frame.

 

A child version

of an offering—

weeds grow up

through a fever

 

patterns unfold

square by square,

knit loop

the finger fits through

 

 

at this late date,

dawn is too late—

 

 

 

 

there was a time

for this

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