Sooner

A cardinal can't really face its own brightness
or a total perilous weight
before its picture.

Which do you want?

A unicorn shakes off its drunkenness
like snow in a dream.

Don't be something
like that parking lot in your mind
you know I admire.

I is disquieting
shoes of yours I find
on the front porch again.

Or that field where you say you walk.

The way long grasses there pretend to be on fire
when the wind blows and not care.

He finds a hospital unfeeling thrift,

that our cloud is really just

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