I went every day
to that place,
do not know why.
Maybe
because I was a lad
with side veins,
and we need that corner
to cool my anger;
or perhaps it was
a wounded warrior treacherously
seeking death summer.
was a tree on the road,
shadow sap and slow.
Today is a tree
injured dagger
with the heart exposed,
sandal and a trail of
girl
its parent branch. ****
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