Even if I tell you to

Don’t ever leave me alone

Please don’t ignore my words


I won’t leave you

Even if you tell me to


This pact made honorably, foolishly, and habitually

between so many people in all of the tribes

Such love, such confusion


All is wet. The trees splashed in autumn

The sky a milky background adrift

in thirty-five mile an hour wind gusts


Not everywhere – yet certainly around a big area

But the point is that by now even that moment

that singular view is gone. All vows as well


Perhaps. Ah, the great perhaps!

Trees swirl, and colder winds blow in



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