on a saturday afternoon in august
i was dragged out
and into
a warm blue breeze
saved
from thoughts of
an unplanted garden
unstrung beads
an empty frig
an unfinished painting
a long list of everything
and nothing
misses
strikes
have not
and never will
and that f**king chopped down symmetry
still standing
waiting to be watered.
for gcs
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