#772 - sad that one place isn't another

 

14.ii.22

772

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sad that one place isn’t another

 

catching breath

and letting go

(a rehearsal)

 

puff by inch by stroke

dodging too

 

years shelved

and who’s to care?

 

vines are up a tree

voices lose themselves

 

it’s absence run wild

yet bliss with

 

sad in the skin

when sleep never comes

 

I am lost in the old tracks

grown to weather

mistletoe damp moulded in

 

rain comes for to tell of the roof

 

I walk until the words come  

 

try to make myself smaller

find I can only expand