5:15 p.m. - 2001-04-13
tree haven
in wood damp darkness, rotting sap, a plastic dam to keep us from tumbling through
the three, and me, our refuge is found in his dead tree
crank out dreams, and let me shape them into wild colorful things
you can have this molded night, i whirled it just for you. sleep here, on the plastic dam, your head in my lap. i will never let you fall through.
keep this safe from mice and men, from children stealing the plastic dam.
i couldn't bear the loss
i would never see you again

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