#1584 - the day grew in

 

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the day grew in

 

grew over hopes

 

kind of a hutch to make of

 

same old same old

things did and will

 

grew lengthwise then

 

took it by the tail

 

as is the sock to the boot

so cloud

in head

 

some counted out the hours for coin

 

grew fixed upon, grew out

yesterselves

 

so far away, and spread  

 

in these few feathers of a chime

 

strings and a hammer

 

we’d have to blade though the leaf

we’d bright

 

as a dog

makes dirt of rug

to bury the idea

 

we took it up with the skies too

peeled back to reveal

 

it was bone

it was enemy flesh

 

it was our decision to shine