The camera doesn’t take
the picture no more
no more than the words
take the poem there
is a flapping in the leaves
spring cognitions so
I love you uncognitionally
as I was designed to do
coos of satisfaction
why are you mourning
but you did leave me my life
empty of life
when the corpse flowers
you know it’s life
the same flapping of cars
one street over.
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