Home Depot
your trees are beautiful
in this weak light
spring is so new
it is about to disappear
completely for some
reason I get lost
on the way home
ambushed by hundreds
of girls in plaid skirts
schoolbuses and safety
guards the whole
world working to keep
them upright I see
everything from behind
a windshield and wreaths
come down, invisible ones
on my head and by their
feet there is a roaring
a man in a storefront
gets out of his chair
leaves his building and
walks toward me
mouth moving words
no different than pacing
toward me in this light
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