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.she
if she were a tree
would the wind stroll by
with cautious influence
a smile shatter intent
or distort the cause
would the piercing edge (of?) sunset
condemn each moment
(would?) the straw grasp onto it's self by sight only
slowly eclipsed by it's own weight
darkness feeding the dark
we slowly travel by
by means of wind or sound
each case, compulsory tactic
on|a weighted stance
defuse a blade of grass
graceful stare
assuming command over no control
all is quiet now
not calm
there's a storm outside you see
--
red brick face
slipping beneath the lawn
usurping glares
a shadow she passes
an after Sundown Grey
---
the sidewalk expressed a battlefield
(the morning after ...
wept)
we see it passing
furious flags and trees
too large an army
to feed