rivers

simple

simple

its so simple to write it down,
i laugh at the trial deep inside

window pain in shadow
pot of tea on the desk

when did he write these
books and pictures before
a clouded bird cage

you may be taller
but i'm stronger now

fall to falter, to cover my eyes
spending a life of broken spies
hide and crawl until i die
wake a memory inside a real me

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