CUSP
Can the moon tell you the same thing twice?
Can you stand on the same patch of ground
and be the same man twice? The wild reeling creak of the tree trunk in the wind
sets my baby feet running, and the howling
stars take me as their own.
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Almost like an American Haiku with an image from the end of an old negative roll, double exposed and locked in a school desk since the 70's. Good combination.
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