tin cup flowers
and cars slurring by
a broken man touch the earth,
sad bandana wrapt around his hand,
God gives him road.
he takes the sand.
the dirt believes in what his hand reminds
i feel the moon,
and taste the sky.
you're wind in the washboard,
swallows dipped in silver and rum sweep in and out of-
sparrows sparkling and-
kicking stones to the side.
fingering pockets.
i fell off the whole universe just for a moment.
no apologies
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