it’s all about placement
and the movements to
and from locations
out of which the vine
of time and sad duration
naturally flows not
always gently but always
quickly even when still
and a little giddy
or guilty and serenely
reality can dream there
can’t it on and on
but just try to walk
under the pomegranate
tree these days
it bongs you on
the head it hurts
its fruit hurts
refusing to fall.
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