movement in the moment of forgetting

under ash trees in summer carts heading for edges
lives thrown with water to banks through streets
memory as you are leaving, you say, “I am leaving
forever” though linkage breaks carousels
in finding blossoms spread on the ground after rain an
energy expressed or harboring heat in steel
your betrayal and birth ages dying cuba
elementary shapes control the vision of oracles blinded
by toxins and crying the leaves sinking quickly no
guido hoping graves or children running through morning streets
claiming headlines though locked and turning a
circle of following

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