Let me live off leaves
follow the tiny birds
to their seeds, I‘ll die
forgetting how to be
like this, a lighthouse
a trolley’s final wheel
spun in twelve directions
a portal to pass through
the light, what happens
how will it be missed
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or a trolley load of fresh air?
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Deletethey tasted
fresh air once
they cried until
they burped