windy

but warm

skin alive with forecasted lightening

call hedgehog pine cone.

 

end of sixth grade party by the lake

late lilacs bow and sway

with heavy scent you know but will not find

beneath campfire smoke in sweatshirt,

towels, hair.

 

what’s left?

each raindrop pinning me to time and place

right pupil wide

(are you closer than 3 feet?  I cannot see you)

 

slit lamp examination in the dark

the answers brilliant shapes I know

I should cry but all I think of is

how far this goes beyond the range of film.

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