something leaned to tell me
teach me, teach me
is all i heard
and a sixth of the dream i
spilled last night
confirms-reassures that i do not know.
what i have learned is i want.
and a farmer digging earth
as
nails fall back and
sun just burns, mail not sent
mouth yearns
something warm -a misty swarm of
droplets
too cool to work it
and too heavy to be rain
three times again
four times again
what i've learned is i want
and twist myself to think i need
but the want pays the bills
and the want burns soil
and buildings bend when she walks by
her eyes painted by this cloud
-me
the dream that spilled is splintered now
but tired hands remember
as earth grows high around
mixing colors.
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