Simple dreams were the first
to go. You dropped them simply
because you could hold them
no longer, your arms were
too strong to only
hold anything.
No one has picked them
up, but when you smell
them disintegrating behind
you, you will
think it is the pie
on your neighbor’s sill.
It is much too high.
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