lamp of your great moose heart searches
riding over tree and shadow
nosing blunt into the forest
i skip among trees
quick as spit
leaping fences stubbing out my laughter in my own hand
ducking into where you aren’t
you raise your face blowing on the sharp air
one two three

look
i’m high above your head
holding to the last wisp of a dandelion clock
tears bursting from my face
we have only time left to play in
which is why you pretend you can’t find me
and I pretend I can’t be found

 

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