with the shell of an augur
I followed your silver path
into the wet grass like a little
eardrum sliding along
the rough surface of the earth
not afraid to look ridiculous
like maybe what the unicorn
degenerated into one damp morn
little moon creature leftover
from an ancient inland sea
I followed you into the grass
to learn your silent song
how you have managed so long
to live where you don’t belong
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