and then late afternoon sunlight
across concrete courtyardsand then the shadows of strangers
the taste of dust settling on flawed glass
and then one hundred thousandmiles of silence
the weight of christ
the dreams of children
almost autumn and hawks circling
sweat from yr lover’s breasts
sweet on someone else’s lips
and it’s only a small jump from the
third story window but she landswrong and then it’s only the
arrival of lesser truths
the tears we waste for people
we no longer know
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