calamity in november

most oceans are open to you
and it'll be time to come
and grow
with me...something day with
sun skips in
and everything now, in this room
is well lit
and curious, not like losing
ground
ground
or weeds pulled up
i admire, walking to the car,
creatures crawling through dirt,
and how they know, oh they
know a thing or two for us
and that's good enough
to open the
sad hearts.

2003-11-19 | 2:38 p.m.
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