The town is calling out to everyone
anyone around to hear its blossoms
remembering last year this time
and those others Curled up and gone
only roots now with a few bugs attached
and bees climbing around without ropes
the Butte crumbling on the right hand side
that's towards Springfield and upriver
smooth air at night a jet could land
I want to get out of this skin and belong
maybe my bag is too small
for what I think I need
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