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March 28, 2021 / barton smock

night notes

Oh school of fish, 
this way to shadow's wedding. 

Oh heartless deer, hornless train. 

Oh son 

Who entered too early the long illness of the world
Whose dreams could burn a spotlight

We are this close
always

if not 
to god's
bones

then to the missile
that holds them.

All play as boys

freeze tag 
to sadden 
birds.

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