fences

I’m not sure how much I missed climbing over fences
but I know now that I do

the day is beautiful

maybe I can disappear into the ten times as many trees,
or more

maybe I don’t need
the things I thought I did

I won’t be here forever
I don’t know where I’m going

but I know where I am now.

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