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A Burnt Tree
you discover your own body
right in front of you
like a burnt tree
you move
like concrete in a saucepan
wishing for
the open windows of youth
with spotted winds
fluttering by like confetti
you long for
elasticity, pulling, beading
you’d give a lot
for an earthquake
just to get moving
sidewalks shaking
bone bridges shuddering
you never gaze
at passing birds
lest their facility
open canyons of yearning
in your tightening limbs
the sky is still open
and without valence
arching over you
like a bed on the ceiling
