[ you ]
Wind in eucalyptus
whisper letters s s sstream past the leaves
fingering branchescarress our wooden arms
rustling green .Sun through iron fence
scream silent wordsfall blind hot
stripes of lightacross my
sidewalk .Hard cement scratch
shadow firerefreshed by breezy
thought youwalk beyond
these lines .
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