slow
er, her ears
sink with her shoulders,
that’s
me, sitting
here, here
is sky
and you
should see
all the little leaves
and the big birds flying
with the little birds
black to us, returning
to a tree with thumbs
and red creeping out
of the tips, clean
but, oh entropy.
clean, but oh,
slowly her eyes
fall
into place,
still
hands.
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