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I am too soon to

Bloom

Moon and tune

Of crickets flume

Croon doom

Sewn other

Patches bring

With clover cut

Green green

green

Jean jacket

You kept on

All summer long

Rough split

Shoulder seams

Mouths of arms

Tanned in ocean 

Sun

Flounder down

In flapping teeth

My young love 

obsession

Piece it down

to consider for the rest of my life

Never handle the first thing that ever went wrong

I remember my dogwood

Pale bark

White blossoms

Every branch

Every room

you hold onto things that you can never change