And Again And

Cold words in winter.
Fleeing, familiar.
leaves falling.
in an unlined notebook thoughts
gods of our youth now chicken salad
What, do I have to start again?
Happy there. Though the
smoke. Through?
strings. A glimmer in the
sky. Awful.
What she
said. What she meant.
No, leaves falling. Earth spins.
in the prison
of the rib cage
on bars
aren’t there

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