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Or a restless leaf, a footprint.
Is fault on a blameless day,
scrawled on a washed-out sky.
My friend’s music orbits his home,
worms through the cracks
in the bluest lines, ever new
and permanent, staining even his hope
long after the lights stutter away.
And the rain’s attenuated sorrows?
They’re coming, he says. Like goats
through a fence. Like lava. Like tomorrow.
Copyright 2017 Robert Okaji
Very, very well done, and beautiful.
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Thank you!
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This is lovely.
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I’m so pleased you found it so. Thank you!
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Such amazing imagery
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Thanks very much, Derrick.
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