Leaf
why can't I be you,
fall and resurrect
in the breeze?
The
child wakes.
Her
doll is missing
from
under her pillow.
She
would kill
to
have it back.
She
throws a stone
in
a rivulet of leaves,
dies.
Does heaven exist?
Gods
line up
behind
the sun
like
toy soldiers
on
a shelf.
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