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and tetrad petals are words—
written on my branches,
poetry i write on rainy days
    each burst of amber blossom,
    a sad metaphor—
flowers break when i hear
“you used to be so talented”

set fire to the 
redwoods of my mind
let copper ribbons 
taper into nothingness,
bury the forest’s 
bones into earth-sunken, 
sacred ground—
they say tears are
catharsis,

i remember dancing with you in old playgrounds

    your love is like water
soft rain    dapples my face until it shatters; it
forms puddles in concrete—

i don’t want to read the news anymore, since when did it get so personal?
an earthquake came and went and left thousands dead,
i’ve spent so much time criticizing god, now here’s me praying—