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Spaghetti knots

see sons

i suppose you’ll

want to know what

has come of me

after all those futures

planned have been forgotten

and the flowers have turned away

from the sun

and there’s a sea that hasn’t been touched yet

by the plastic that sinks the life

from your tour of a small island that most haven’t heard of

that has had some terrible brutal history

that has some incredible still beaches

with not a bird in the sky

not a fish in the waters

only clearness around

where in your reflection

you do not notice that the

blue tastes of a salty blend of sadness

and propane

where the night lights a familiar city shadow

that made you move in the first place

where it has been years since we were kids

and played hide and seek for the last time

talking about what it would be to be a robber

or to be a cop

or to travel one day

far far away

from what will come

today

 

the waters are too cold

to swim in

you say to no one

at all

*

you must’ve known that

there was a moment straddling laughter

breathing with sunlight

absorbing the cut grass of air

where you were playing with your neighbourhood friends

for the last time

 

was it enough

were you

 

later

your kids will ask

to play

but i’ll admit

you

the you here already

after so much

after more still

are tired

sleepy

from the thens that have gone

that go

that don’t

 

they ask your mother

you do not hear her response

against the summer cicadas

that are late again this year

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