II

And exhausted,

I feel almost a corpse

a deadweight

a still and sombre

paperweight

watching life move trees from

windows

trees, all facing and waving hullo

staring right at me with the sunset

on their backs an orange dust-ridden

glaze,

they dance, I sit

we watch

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