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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