life (a comedy in four acts)

that something somewhere:
maybe a goat
or a bottle of juice
a college town
or a computer mouse
tells me a song
of all that I’ve done wrong

wrong to love something
that never grows young
never thinks old:

young as a hair on a fire hydrant
old as a telephone pole

healing these
can take years

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