string ten (in a cemetery)

the trees cast a net
of sound
in wind

*

(if tomorrow
can bother
being yesterday)

*

who am I to say
if you fall
you rise

*

I find
one of your hairs
in a book

*

we stand on a promontory
and cast nets
together

*

into a photograph
where I’m going
Be Right Back

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