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Reaching
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If the mind does not
desire, what can
I create to replace it?
This looking and
seeking.
This pretending
and being.
The path fills
with torn open
paper bags.
Nothing
was found of
any substance
within them.
And so I patched
the snow
with plastic glue.
Repaired the holes
and covered the
skin.
We might
stand
together when we
speak words that
drive
us
apart.
Crows overhead
and snails below.
What do I reach for
when my hands are tied?
