Next
only the things we have lost
and misplaced still matter
tomorrow is hung on old key rings
unused words duct-taped
to a gathering silence
rubber bands perish in sunlight
allow blooms to weep
their blessings
in the defunct circuitry
of a garage microwave oven
the god you can imagine
pins you to a future thought
of whatever comes next
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