twenty nine.
I am flowers and bones
Bathing in cold blue sun
And I shake within me
Sunk in dew and stagnant blades of grass
While the sky floats away into spring
Pulled along by ropes and dragged
Along by those pretty young things
That chase summer myths
Summer warmth that never exists
Though we wait for it
And this --
It's too everything.
I'll walk backwards to follow the icy air
Back into haughty grey clouds
Until I'm frozen over again
And curling beneath white sheets
Some winter morning a few months back
Where it was safe
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