as alive as Twitter
what text can’t afford
not to come in the form
of a poem if how the lines
are broken makes
or breaks a poem
but I can sit so
I just get the rain
on my feet so I
can feel the electricity
sleeping in the grass
like the one poem
that unites us all
so when the hummingbird
through drops swings by
I can tweet myself
into the sky
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