with my eyes closed
I learned to see
more clearly
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I receive
without questioning
or worrying
the sky
laughed tears
stitching earth
he sat beside her grave
playing his old guitar
like he’d done this for her countless times before
black hat, black boots
marigold flowers
devotion never dies
spirit rides tonight
laughter and candy wrappers
mischief chatters
hinge popped
hatch door opened
I enjoyed watching you sneak in
jacks
riding air strips
across my porch
marbles considering this new chore
scald me
pinking
embarrassed
heating
beneath
my skin
he cultivated me
beneath his dark
feathers
I am the marker of his violence,
a placeholder.
His greed to be endless
and clean.
I am the clay tossed out,
holding his imperfections.
I am the sky-cloud,
lacking permanence.