And then I was called upon
to carry you
If not then
I would stand
behind fences
for you
and share the sky
for all it’s shudders
Or to know you
in all seasons
when your hand is
a brush taking the dust
from me
For then I was
called upon to be gentle
holding your direction
in the pink of my mouth
And to not strike
my hardness out
but leaving earth torn as
we went
you upon I
until there was only us
and the fence was gone
its cedar planks
fallen past this
breath
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