You were walking backwards into the strength

Of somebody else’s poem, all while you were not looking.

The trees were the color of the houses, the houses

The color of the planets. Somebody was listening but you

Did not know who. The withdraw of first things meant the

Inrush of the last. I saw that it was coming but you didn’t

Believe me.

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