lost point of view on the weekend
and slip inside any time you come around
i made a cup of coffee
left a note under the door
pause once before i whisper to the garden.
found blackberry stains on the shirt from the costume closet.
and somehow it just becomes the daily
under the sheets of the puppets we made,
and i couldn't find words, so i stay just watching, watching, watching, watching, watching, watching
the cigarette summer
dressed in white holding mirrors up to eachother.
wake up early to wonder
how the forest holds grief and the thunder it seems to know lightning bugs as lovers
on sundays we dance with the brass band in the kitchen
i sing along with the crickets and the chickens
and somehow it just becomes the place of
stories i made in my imagination and i ate so much bread,
so i'll stay
just watching, watching, watching, watching, watching, watching
from the front porch of glover
singing songs in the shape notes of eachother
ride my bike to the lake, lay back and wonder
how the forest holds grief and the strange melodies of a world without numbers.
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