To spend a lifetime moving words around, only to find, in the end, that they have moved themselves back again, is one more reason for gratitude.
Last Leaf Wanting
Last leaf wanting of a letter that you wrote,
and I, a tree, in a dream, unclothed,
beside a street, lined with honeycomb.
Recently Banned Literature, August 30, 2015
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