the love of peeling paint
in the breath of tragedy
the slings and barbs
of hot air balloons lifting off,
into the sun we cursed
through the clouds we believed in.
Playgrounds for the aged
floating on celestial rivers
stars deleting gaps
threading a particle's mystery
chain link holds
the dancer's bones
the letter and formula laid
of an ocean's crashing
the drowned tree's lady
arms and legs
a kiss of fading leather.
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