Let us say for the sake
and actually mean it.
There’s an old man
to keep the moon clean:
and from that angle, you can see
ash trees fade like
wind-blown ash trees fade like
I don’t know that the latter ever has memory of the former.
I have a memory
of a stripper
with a balloon. I don’t think she
had a balloon-the one
but I like balloons, blue ones,
so I remember it that way. Everything
above your head
is a half-truth. You should learn
to tie your shoes the way
I would tie your shoes.
There hasn’t always been a ‘we,’
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