It seems so easy

and then your eyes

are found scraping

the skies.
It seems so easy

and then you find

yourself setting

off a brushfire
of prayers,
your hands scraping

the sky, asking
an imaginary

operator
to place a call

for you
and then,

your fingers

are found scraping
thinning pockets

for a last dime.
It seemed so easy.
And my eyes,
heavy,

made the flowers

bend
scraping the skies

like the wind.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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