Last year, you cut the vine choking
young trees in your yard
Rhythmic sucking sounds haunt trees
Leave scars where sap drained from flesh
This morning, rotted pieces fell from sky
you gather tinder by the wood pile
10-23-26
Last year, you cut the vine choking
young trees in your yard
Rhythmic sucking sounds haunt trees
Leave scars where sap drained from flesh
This morning, rotted pieces fell from sky
you gather tinder by the wood pile
10-23-26
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