meditations in a park i’ve never gone to


and though we walk
in leafy shadow
we prefer to talk
about the low
sound of the bell
that lifted us up
from the floor of the cell-
ar and spun us like a cup
thrown into the air
patterned green and brown
blissfully unaware
of the ground.

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