God, I hate my shallowness
and my chemiluminesence
the planted maple and native oak
the snow burst that might out live us
The fabular and urbane
I hate my invasion of space
like a spell that comes apart
and flakes misplace
The stick and smiling streams
of lawns
that somehow, O recreation
is the destination of the laundry
dampens in the wash
and the paper
separating before evening
before the relaxed windows
where the leaves reveal their underneath
wind at a stand still.
and my chemiluminesence
the planted maple and native oak
the snow burst that might out live us
The fabular and urbane
I hate my invasion of space
like a spell that comes apart
and flakes misplace
The stick and smiling streams
of lawns
that somehow, O recreation
is the destination of the laundry
dampens in the wash
and the paper
separating before evening
before the relaxed windows
where the leaves reveal their underneath
wind at a stand still.
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