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wishing on a plucked eyelash

can you still remember / when we all stepped / in, and left our / shoes be- / hind / ?

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The side of a large, gnarled green tree with a swing hanging from it, surrounded by bright stars.

i am too tired of being                       human.

so tell me stories of            children.

backyard tyre willow trees, chalk and hopscotch.

tell me how they reverberate:

newton’s cradle

children,          ever

                        pend-

                        ulum.

                        gong.

                       swing

                        -set

                        joy-

              toes,           steeped

        against                inclines

  us  mynahs               kidnapping

   the sky. can you still remember

           when we all stepped

               in, and left our

                    shoes be-

                       hind

                         ?

 
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