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blowing smoke

up

at a plant

in a house where a baby sleeps

frantic stagnancy

tending and nursing to demons doubts and dilly dally whispers as crops wither

flinching at shadows but not the oncoming train

small forgotten lost parts travel back from a field behind a pond in the west hills where the sun glows in longer rhythms

music floats through the air- longing to be seen