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The Way the Rose Bush Flutters

And I’ve arrived

here, 

like mountains

stumbling, 

the sky

crumpled,

then flattened 


into ramblings

worth saving.


Beat boxing

time 

into submission,


a gentle rain.


Artistic dream

running like a fox

for the field - 


I would say the same thing

again - things happen


when you least look at them - 


only feel it - and understanding

comes after: but tomorrow


amidst all these

existential clouds


we can only 

use our hands.




Posted 09/06/21
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