i watch you
heavy
haunt my
way
up
ladder
onto kick out
stool,
attic toys don’t
play
with kids from
dried up
pools,
from beyond
voices
twist
like fishing line
around my
fists.
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hands in the garden 
Those last two verses…chefs kiss my friend! 😊🖤
Much thanks. 🙂 received your email, just waiting until I can set the time aside to give it the attention it deserves! All the beat 🙂