of the dump truck's flowers,
torn blue by a wind of grace.
Frog feet
suckered to a stone fence
lichens on its fallen glory
softly glowing.
Short roads that cut
the neighborhood
to dirty diamond pieces.
Long walks with jagged bones
in a body that's barely mine
twin skies and their soft machinery
tongues of twin suns
gleaming on the goldenrod.
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