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before i moved here i
dreamt of a sky
just like this
and it wasn't long before the dream
came true
and it's been coming true ever since,
sky &
clouds,
the space needle so singular whether
viewed from
directly below at night or glimpsed from
afar at 60mph
riding to work with the boss, my first day
back
at landscaping since i broke my wrist on
sep 22nd.
i was in the woods most of the day, a bird
sanctuary,
pulling tiny weeds (invasive species), the
kind of work
they assign for occupational therapy, cold
& drizzly,
everything green except autumn's rotting
leaves,
the sun broke through and lit up the wet
branches
and i stood soaking it in, eyelids like
flower petals.
then we climbed up, in, & around,
pruning a plum tree.
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