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__ A sock tree on the destructive downward plane Necessity of Legacy Spear, Bo, hatchet Shelved, hopelessly neglected Stored for a retiree Forgotten now, 20 gone, Lingering longer still Murderous necessity spurned memory Retired now indefinitely, still trees shake fists in defiance Trip Snowing on a Sunday evening in Southern Amsterdam And so am I (falling, floating, separating) A Labor A sympathetic boy, On a slow ride Across the water at night Sympathy for my back and arms All the burdens pull The Park Bench The park bench is empty now Yet somehow It seems, Through its own lifeless means To yearn for the bus For the people, for the us To show no restraint As they wallow in wet paint