sun the maddening, the sun who caws
being only proficient in English
the household f three
and the one, moon face child that sat out
in thedesert scape
with the black scion
feeling compelled, ever always, to reach back
and I, further, hurried along checks
in the work weeks to her, moon
child, with the ink of me
and the wind chime hat came wrapped in newspaper
and which, now sits,
among the cumbers that grow thick hairs
giving one particularly large one to the old neighbords
wrapped in newspaper so that the hairs wouldn't stick
intonyou like fiberglass
yeh
not
bad
and not so very bad
we talked further apart at the top of the stair
only with a third-quarter
face halved by the shadows of
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