car accident

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And I went to town carrying
paper bags filled with
books, and little objects I wanted to
show to people who like
beautiful things;
waiting for just the right moment
to lie down
underneath a car or beside
the tender pavement,
you yearn to give and your voice
gives me peace –
remember that place
always, please,
because playing on our knees
was something good
as well as it went –
sincerely yours,
                  my friend
takes away my fear of
funerals and car accidents
when we meet at the river to make
wreaths of praise and companionship
and he says, “hush, hummingbird,
sweet
at heart”,
to make it last
I count with my fingers,
I make
paper airplanes or try to memorize
evening skies,
I write letters in my head:
dear God, you are a fire and
a bed, the ending is
so perfect, but the best remains
unsaid.

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