YOURE HOME
the lawnmowers whine outside says to me
8 pm
weekday
evening
after the airless dead edge has lifted its bear hug
and
air and space to breath
comes in on a cuddle breeze
YOURE HOME
ITS SAFE
ITS
NOT
YET
LATE
the mowers whine outside seems to say to me
and
its
time
for nothing now
even all the dead bugs are in
their
right
places
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