Kant said
said “can’t”
when you can’t
move that lead moon
on running maple
singing to scale
floating redwoods
lost in October
beneath drinking elms
at chilling dusk,
the cul-de-sac
echoes
her voice:
thicker
oak
splintering
orange sky;
when I couldn’t
remember it
it was all
I could hear.
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