crosstalk
by the trees
she wants me to know she's thought of me
her words detach and float to the ground,
___the blazing summer in which they blossomed over
i listen with my eyes
gazing up into the sticks that rake the sky
infect the clouds with pus to fall as snow at my feet
___when she is safe and warm in some far
______elsewhere
the wind stirs it all,
___leaves and words and marionettes
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