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I am sitting barefoot in the grass
watching the sun sit on everything
and my heart is breaking
it sits, on the skin of a sleeping man's bare back
on the nervous light green leaves covering the oak branches above my head
on a parked car, making a silver-streaked glare that waters my eyes
on a crumpled orange kite trapped in a tree
on my own two feet moving in and out of shadow as the clouds come and go
and the sun, it sits
and my heart is breaking
to let in the light.
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