i'm
still learning
to
claw my wayup through the ash & maple
above the trail
below the bus shelter
the hill feels like it's falling
from the sky
and all its undergarments
white fluff and then metal gray
the leaves weep
looking for a way out to the avenue
the daylight will only take you so far
after
that
you'll
need to get down on all foursthe ground is shifting
---
e b bortz
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