on a drive-by through the hood
‘know you ain’t doin’ what you should
but I still love you bro’
shining from his face
do you really think so sis
and yet I absolutely do
feel he hangs out a lot
with certain seasonal rhythms
of speech certain dance steps
that have a tree-like structure
like these white chrysanthemums
preserving for centuries
all that stays behind
in childhood waiting
for our return
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