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I was a young man once,
everything burned.
Eyes
Angry, or Downcast, or Kind
Tried to communicate
But lost.
love
Was perfectly incinerated after me,
The slightest breeze destroyed pristine forms.
Years
Stagnated like vapor on pavement,
Beaded up
And shaken from my brow in searing torrents.

I am an old man now,
everything is burned.
Solid black ash, acrid when it rains
Rolls down my back in searing torrents.
Years ,
Seeping into the earth, like spills on a sponge.
Empty miles.
With not a blade
To shake when it breezes.

But
I will plant, and see.
It is never too late to hope for green.