and then the wandering cloud
drifts away
at first the dog on the side of the house
howls like
an old wolf from far away
and then it gets tired too
as it is not a plow
but a bird with bones that break too
on extreme pressure
from the west winds
it is this sense of people leaving you
like thoughts
emptying upon your mind
as normal
as you get old too and then
you begin
to gladly give in
yes, forget....
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