if i cld
just close the door
on june and all
the unfinished business
poems and papers and formal statements
on the empty friend
and resounding echo
on the disappointment of long hallways
and siren calls at 4am
on the lost grey world we called
home (ash in the mouth)
on the promise of forever
and the electronic knowledge tether
somewhere is a glorious
room of unearthed treasure
the neon green of marsh muck
the breath of living wood
beyond the fact
of a doorframe
an opening of all
this we have yearned for
a hand
a smile
or a surrender
into the welcoming loam
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