dots darken and swell on pages
of a library book–
i worry about the rain
she uses the words gently fall
when she can just say
fall
i lay my hand
upon the bareness of her shoulder
instead of on her bare shoulder
grey beneath pines
a hummingbird appears
circling with eager drone
i want to knock it from the air
ask it
just what the fuck it's doing
fireflies in the forest
of my youth
shadow of the hills
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