just a poem

Hey guys, it's been a while since I've posted a poem by little ol' me, so here goes.

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smacking knuckles

upon

the prow

becomes us

we linger in lives

of

dust

oh

girls

of white shadow

that

play across

my ceiling

I am

the cold weather and I am

the distant sun

and

I am an elm

tree

split

in two

by a lonely hunter