This day
light stronger than fire
blue looking the other way
me not knowing what to
make of it
but waste
head in a million tomorrows
when the bills are paid off
and there's a house
that some other stranger
can't make me leave home from
after 12 years
I know the grass here
and so many taller things
like wrinkles on my hand
I remember branches that held
my child's first swing
endless summer lemonade
from the faithful tree of myers
sweet blooms and fruit 18 months a year
cracks in the walls
and fences I've watched slowly lose weight
to bugs and lichen
These words and a little more
I can take
but so much stays
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