still still
still myself
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the thought
of a smile
for that
i am gracious
sky
stretching
gray
moon
& trees
august always
august needing
full moon
& skin
where are you
august
sun
pink
sky
bite lip
hold
tongue
listen
listen
sounds
bite
lip
bite lip
sun
behind curtains
yellow
red
hands folding
gentle
rain.
drop.
sleep.
rest
now
still
mind
as i begin
collecting wood
it starts
to rain
i try to load
the barrels
with kindling
as fast as
i can
but it rains
and rains harder
i wonder what
winter will be
how it will be
i think of this
wet wood
the wet kindling
our fire starter
i begin
again to wonder
how winter
will be
what will it be
will it be
heavy. hand. wall.
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