It was a sound
way off on the green lawn
A bank of birds
A signature somewhere
Like any line
Might be my last
I walked by the panzer
A base of sunlight
Blinded the swaying
Willows in all directions
I was counting
But then lost count
I became hungry
Like a ghost
Must feel hunger
I was alone
And suddenly
Like a boat knocking
Against its moorings
I was knocking
And knocking and knocking.
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