above
the still thin reaches
that define the treeline
falls the blue sky
painting a border where there is none
bending the plans of the light that finds it
accessible
throughout the approaching haze
the rolling summer
the looming wild
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at the edges of the park
on the faces in the crosswalk
on the empty balconies and the
colonies you find
through the stormdrains
those newly rooted
remain tense
city park rangers
stroll, sweeping napkins
into scoopers
there are many ways the dank earth could come between us
we are fast, but short sighted
the bubbling soil is slow, but
will outlive us
how we affect each other’s scales
is left to minds with
eyes of light reservoirs
the beautiful,
that which lets us know it,
is not a beacon
or a broadcast
it’s a lighthouse
a target
as the day grows
the resonance of the signal swells
and all orphans
waver and shimmer in the glare
snaking, alive, the branches
splay and twist
cheering in the breeze thirty feet up
all i am able to see
is the motion stimulating,
powering off the curved glass,
dancing,
my heart beat rises
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i sat at a table feeling very alone
but cool, pulling at various threads
on my many coats until it was time
and it’s time. i only needed to see it
with my own eyes but yes,
my hero is alive
and i too brush the lab coat auras
while they continue to ignore us
there are several ways
to measure your stays
but don’t engage
the cage
with no spaces in which to go
shoppers, now pedestrians,
bump up uneasy
against makeshift blankets
and browse their feelings
under ghost signs
as their faceless eyes
confront the wild
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