Summer breeze touches you before you die
Crayons and metal outside your window
Before you die the sky opens up at afternoon
I’m not trying to forget you I just like to be
There on the lanai outside your bedroom
The sun on the papers that will kill you
You your hands on the railing and sky
Opening up the clouds parting your papers
Fall towards the ground lifting in the wind
To the sky the turned words of midday
Wind across the lanai I need to be left I
Just need to be papers in the opened-up sky
I hindsight the ebb within the afternoon
Higher than before you even lifted sky
Higher even than the five before I die
-Shark
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