sunset tug

sop-light filter
silver web
ball in gutter
thinness we are / here
spare tire bought
with my dead
saving me 6 years later
knife rain peel away
night ache
dead hawk, moose on bridge
invisible badger
basket maker gone crazy
turning against
the shock of feeling
grief gets stuck thru
me, gutter storm
pouring silver
wheeled the wounded
car home
shapes thru trees
we walked around the white
dress like dancing
with a ghost

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