worn brick steps
unstable, jilted, faded.
a plume of smoke breathed in
and out to dissipate into the vast plane we call "our" world.
Hand down, to reach out, to throw-
see how far the ball will go?
see the dog.
see the dog run. run away.
the spaded stars gather in my toes to make me stay
a tilted blue basket case.
I can't go farther than here.
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