Husk of flesh and bone
Slow and Sluggish, Old and Cold
Home of mine, Grave yours
“Contrast”
Tea leaf on my tongue,
Narcissus in hand, always
Pretty against me
“Wolf on Racetrack”
Picket fence of white
I gallop along like fury
Howling to the moon
“In Significance”
Shoe Shoe, my old shoe
From her feet into my hands
Flower smell, can’t forget
“Memory”
Left, Right, Up, and Down
My eyes bounce, grasshopper jump
Seeing things, gone, done
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