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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
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