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 Apr 2013 Daniel S
Zac C
Please don't plant this seed
with no intentions to grow
a large and beautiful tree,
love,

For you, my thumb is green,
ready to water this tree
to help it grow strong,
flowering it with
love.


You have a habit
of leaving trees
small, fragile, weak,
Defenseless & without
love.

But I will not plant this seed
and watch it die without
love.
4/4/13
Of death
the barber
the barber
talked to me

cutting my
life with
sleep to trim
my hair—

It’s just
a moment
he said, we die
every night—

And of
the newest
ways to grow
hair on

bald death—
I told him
of the quartz
lamp

and of old men
with third
sets of teeth
to the cue

of an old man
who said
at the door—
Sunshine today!

for which
death shaves
him twice
a week

— The End —