Shadows of tree's
without any leaves moving
their limbs
back and forth over head.
Bushes not seen
are bushes I feel my one good
arm pushes my fingers deeper in.
Drawing it out all the way out
my head is stuck
as the wind moves the leaves
over the cool barren ground
where you found me.
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