You can hear trees breathing
the sap is sweet smelling
speckled with burning

wet is walking
the finger tapping rain
spilling streets
murmurs up from drains

sirens bring you back
lash you to a
rotten lampshade
sentences beginning with I
and ending with

bitch and

fuck

freighters drift on anchor chains
teeth broken in sour light
laugh death dark
deep in fir and redwood

beyond the streets
the soot of railways



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