In mottled breaths, trees turn up toward hills, show eyes
How paths wear grooves in hearts. And weeds grow up
Around the graves of our one-time wonder feelings.
Mirrorless, confused, life things gather
At storefront windows, looking past fishtanks.
TV pictures show fire eyes and galaxy yawns, photos
From old photobooks of endless shows that ended long ago.
Wishes and tricks all pour from pipes.
And sewer drains, bricks, and relevance rush
In angled motion, sweet tea on the porch
With someone, eleven grandmothers talk
And grasp at mailman memories, achievements
At the library. Ripe cherries pick old bugs
For raids on their redblack skin.
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