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in the schoolyard
by the corner post
under the june heat
i am buried to my bones
by the train tracks
between cast iron and coal
under rain rust water
i am buried to my bones
flat against a wall
next to shiny glass
covered by fall ivy
i am buried to my bones
stretched words and colours
chalk and paint-brush stakes
under the sidewalk
by the white cafe
i am buried to my bones.
you walk and smile
stop then think
something stirs
moves your feet
underneath
i am buried to my bones.
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