Another dissolving blog of clouds blows by
Horsetails between their legs
Pursued by a thousand tweets
Replacing real birds in the sky
More and more they're pulling us
Out of our bodies into the woods
But the paths are overrun with dogs
And children and the blue columbine
Are trampled on their last legs
But that's only on holidays
And every weekend so just pick a day
When you have nothing else to do
And go and visit your mother
Who is dying as we text
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