driveway, blowing unknown
vowels in desert air
and dreading the days of
distance.
We're both just long wasted
versions of a larry hanging
to the embers of what is
momentarily left.
ashing ourselves into the
wind then ended.
I've flicked myself
amidst the branches of
public trees.
You'll never find it
or ever know where to
look.
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