Empty As a Fool
wet, curved hills,
sleet behind my eyes,
watery moss
in unreal green;
all this sucks like love
at my heavy steps,
then the stolen voices
of playing children;
kites that text the sky,
all this part of a story,
a day empty as a fool.
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