These branches breathe a heavy sigh
“Dripping,” as he put it
They drip the curling
Crack the coughing at each sorrowful
Stone-cold in
Goodnight sky
Unknowing friend keep me
Company keep me
Here is where home is built
A fire glowing
Growing
Going
Flames dance to be unseen
Just before you stack
With sturdy dirty fingers
Stack the dryness of dead branch tree
Dry as the skin on your neck's backside
How it keeps you warm from sun's heat
Soft tones ring
Toward a new masculinity
Discomfort is nothing
Compaired
To the comfort of
Rhythm and rhyme hovering
Tonight I sleep among thee
Sweep
Weeping willow
Will you cover me?
For sake this splintering one night's keep
Smirking moonlight
You're halfway empty
I call you friend and find my peace
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