this is the moment
we find ourselves
ignorant and lost
hung upon a cusp
–
another idea
malformed and old
gnaws open bones
to lick our marrow
–
with trees being trees
we do not notice
the iron sentinels
stolid as chessman
–
they seem to say—
do not pass
we’re surrounded
yet we are in love
–
(October 25, 2019)
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