a ladder of sunlight,
tossed from a dream filled sky mercury dust floating through-
the fox went from the garden thinking the green snake had wiggled under the house.
Forgiveness came in,
speaking as bees do
down those narrow steps
side by side, word for word, desire for desire.
Lying down,
you look like a cat when you read
The world’s on fire and everyone’s asleep, in a glass box. Like a blind child on a slow train coming
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