Moments arranged from drive thru memories
As I look down and among the ferns
I lived once as asphalt kissed the tender soles of my feet
Gladness like glass was lifted from me, down and among the ferns.
Swollen noises float above my head as I strain
Like folded hands, betrayed in webbing that runs down and among the ferns.
Shed from me, shredded paper, bits of confetti
they come from close by, down and among the ferns
Tendrils of water find no resistance
Gushing down and among the ferns
A flutter of my eyes, and the small black bruises turn green
What is crushed down and among the ferns?
It reaches a pungent silence, curled up and dotted
Unmarked, it begins again down and among the ferns.
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