tunnels
in the tunnel
we made statues
for all the people not old enough to drive
to view out of their windows
and we counted
how many smiles we caught
put them in our memories
and then burned the tunnel
---
nature
if I get wrapped up in actions
I forget that I'm alone
birds long gone
and I fed them everyday
and I bathed their broken skies
and I left a trail of trust in the back yard
sometimes you can't stop nature
---
kidnapped
lacerating violets
I'm black and white
her daughter kidnapped
and I can see why
her jumprope games
caught the attention of the heat
we died on those steps
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